Tom wakes up with a soft groan leaving his lips. He turns his head only to almost gasp in surprise at the sleeping woman in bed next to him. He looks around the bedroom, and yes that's his bedroom for a fact. But this woman and the picture of her and him on his nightstand is surely not what he went to bed to. It's not possible fall asleep in ones own bed only to wake up with a stranger next to one, innit? Is he in some alternative universe? What the hell? He turns his head and tenses as she cuddles into him, sleepily smiling at him. Good morning, love.