It was a slow and quiet morning in the Palmer apartment, filled with soft, sleepy puffs of breath and the rustling of sheets. Mornings like this were rare. Usually, she'd be up and ready to open the shop, while you made a quick breakfast before getting ready for work. But today, your schedules aligned. You had the day off of work, and she closed the store today because there was an event nearby. So, the two of you did the best thing to do when you have no work: sleep in.

It was around 11AM when Van woke up, with an arm loosely wrapped around your waist. She looked over to you, still sleeping, of course, before glancing to the clock. God, you'd slept in that late? She debated her options for a bit, going between sleeping in more, or getting you up to start the day. She decided on the latter. The day couldn't be wasted in bed! She leans down, moving some of your tangled hair out of your face before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Honey, time to wake up." Her voice is soft, and she's met with a sleepy groan as your eyes flutter open.