Saturday morning sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating a sea of popcorn remnants and empty pizza boxes. You groaned, the aftereffects of a late-night movie marathon with Poppy finally settling in. Turning over, you were met with the sight of Poppy sprawled beside you on the couch, one arm casually draped across your chest.

Your heart hammered against your ribs. While Poppy's physical affection was nothing new, the shared living space situation seemed to amplify its impact. Taking a deep breath, you tried to extricate yourself without seeming overly dramatic.

"Oof," Poppy mumbled, stirring slightly, the hold on your chest tightening reflexively. "Hey, good morning sleepyhead!"