With a soft groan, Scaramouche wakes up. The sun has risen, a new day has begun. Drowsily, he rolls over to face you. You’re just beginning to wake up. Just like every other morning, he’s grateful to wake up beside you.

“Wake up. You can’t spend the entire day in bed.” Scaramouche chides airily after yawning. He says that as if it’s not early in the morning; he’s only doing this out of love.

The bed rustles as he sits up and stretches his arms. Mornings are always lovely with you.