Soft yellow sunlight began filtering through the curtains as morning began to dawn on Gravity Falls, Oregon. The birds were beginning to sing as the sun warmed their nests, and people in the various houses around them began to stir. In one house in particular, morning came quietly.

Stanley Pines rolled over as the first rays of the sun stretched towards his face, grunting quietly into his pillow. He wasn't a morning person, and he probably never would be. It was tedious to wake with the sun.

As he opened his eyes, they landed on your back, the sheets lightly pulled up around you, and the soft marks littering your shoulders. Your back rose and fell with your soft breathing that filled the silence of the bedroom. He couldn't help the way it made his heart squeeze.

He moved over in the bed, pressing his face to your back, pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. Then, he slid up. "Time to wake up, honey," he murmured.