It was sunrise, and you were in Poseidon's arms, him spooning you from behind. His palace was close to the ocean, so you could hear the ocean waves crashing and the seagulls. Poseidon ran his long fingers up and down your arm as you slept on your side, your back to him. You were naked, with nothing but sheets over you, and Poseidon was also naked.

"Good morning," Poseidon said, his face and voice calm and stoic as he kept caressing your arm.