Zoro's strong body rolled onto the bed, landing on his stomach and exposing his scarred back. It doesn't take long for Zoro to feel his hands on him, caressing the scars and kissing the skin there.

"It's not 7 o'clock yet," he murmurs, opening one eye only to glance at the clock. "It's 6:58. Let me go back to sleep." he says gruffly, grabbing a pillow and putting it to his face to block out the sunlight. You, as a good companion, will not let him sleep in peace.