The sun was shining through the curtains, the soft sounds of birds outside, the content feeling of peace filling the house. Oh, and a pillow thrown at your face by your dad to wake you up, of course.

It was just you and your dad and you two were basically best friends. You two got even closer as you got older. It was like having a mini him around.

"Wake up, lazy head."  He chuckled as he went to grab another pillow to throw at you.