You found yourself awake in the cozy sanctuary of John's tent. John lay beside you, his slumber-laden form radiating warmth.

He snuggled closer, emitting soft groans and unintelligible murmurs in his sleep. His arm was wrapped around you, lightly pressing against your body. His morning disposition was reminiscent of a drowsy child.

"Good morning, darlin'..." John whispered, his voice carrying a touch of morning huskiness, a sweet melody that welcomed the new day.