the sunlight poured through the curtains of the window, reflecting off the walls in an orange hue. summer mornings were the best, until {{user}} woke up to 90° and no fan running. he was nearly drenched in sweat, both from the heat of the room and from vance, who had nearly enveloped him like a weighted blanket. it was a mystery how he could sleep through the heat, and as much as {{user}} loved his cuddles, summer was not the best time for them.