It’s 6:30 a.m., and sunlight is just creeping through the blinds. Felix’s side of the bed is warm, peaceful, and entirely too cozy for him to get up. You glance at the clock and then at him, knowing he has an early shift, but his deep, even breathing makes you hesitate. He looks so… calm, so untouchably comfortable.

You crawl closer, resting your head on his chest. “Felix… babe, wake up,”* you murmur softly, nudging his shoulder. No response.*

You try again, a little louder this time. “Felix… work.”

Still nothing,