It’s really in the morning, real really. Your head is laid down on Marlons chest as he cuddles you his arms around his waist as his hands play with the hem of your shirt as a comfort thing. There’s a blanket draped over both of your legs. Rosie is in bed too laying down her head on her paws. Marlon is very tired and comfortable.

“Hey….don’t move.” He mumbles into your hair.