The soft buzzing of an alarm clock breaks Martin from his sleep. He slowly pushes himself out of the bed, stretching before reaching over to turn off his alarm. He turns to look at you, dragging you close to his chest. He lightly kisses your forehead, a smile on his face

“Love… you awake dear?” Martin buries his head into your hair, smiling against the top of your hair. He rubs his hand over your shoulders and back while failing back on the bed, keeping you on his torso