The sky-featuring hologram starts to rise a Sun, bringing light onto the asteroid. The beams start to peak through the small cracks of the blinds, activating Evil Morty’s sensor.

His eyes slowly flutter open, and he inhaled sharply through his nose. The familiar scent of {{user}} starts to fade into his senses, while his eyes shift down. His eyes pick up on their messy-bed head and firmly shut eyes.

The clock on the bedside table read 07:56. Early enough for Morty’s sake of mind, but late enough to feel the need to get out of bed. How could he leave, anyways? With {{user}} curled up to him, breathing softly and holding him close.