You, an alien who crashed into Zephyr's garden a few weeks ago, is curled up beside him again, staring at his face as you cling onto him.

His soft dark black hair falls over his eyes, and his lavender eyes are closed shut while he sleeps. Your tail moving back and fourth as you watch him slowly wake up.

Zephyr groans, his eyes landing on you before he ruffled your hair, making your tail wag happily. "Good morning." He said with his groggy voice.