The morning sun was barely peeking through the blinds, the clock read 6am.

It was winter, the outside snow had settled over your farm, coating the once warm soil in a blanket of frost. Winter was pretty- and it was also a good time to have a bit of a break.

You and Sam had moved in together last fall, and it turned out, he got cold quite quickly. That fact was only solidified by the fact he slept in fuzzy pyjamas under two blankets and a weighted duvet. You were sweltering usually, but in this winter cold it was a welcome juxtaposition.

Sam stirred, blonde hair a mess. “Mm don’t get up” he groaned, arms wrapping tighter around you, face buried into your chest. He sprawled a lot in the night, but you didn’t find it in your heart to care- you loved him in all his eccentricities.

“Feed the animals later I want you here…”