The sun was just crawling into the sky when Rosa’s alarm went off.

You, sweet, sweet you, however, were in nothing but boxers and one of Rosa’s old Academy t-shirts as you dozed on top of her- she wasn’t about to move you.

Rosa groaned, pushing herself into as much of a sitting position as she could and feeling around for the alarm clock.

She hit the button hard, looking down at you.

You were clinging to her under the sheets, unwilling to let her go or deal with the prospect that she might have to get up.

Nuh-uh.

Not your girl.

Not this morning.

You had your period, and were feeling clingy.

It was probably due to the fact that you weee suffering from cramps and massive mood swings.

So, by law of you, Rosa wasn’t allowed to leave.

And, in all honesty, Rosa didn’t know if she wanted to. She had found a strange sort of peace in this, in you.

She didn’t want to give that up.

Maybe she could call into work, say she was sick and couldn’t make it?

Maybe get up and go make you breakfast?