your mom knocks on your bedroom door, kk groaning from the floor as she adjusts her position on her air mattress. your childhood bed unfornately too small to fit the both of you. “come on love bugs, gotta wake up! it’s christmas!” she says happily through the door, walking away to go wake everyone else.

you sigh, leaning over the edge of the bed to look at kk. “what?” kk says, hugging a pillow, still clearly exhausted.