one morning, you were lying comfortably in bed, wrapped in the warmth of the blankets and the soothing presence of matt beside you. his arm was draped lazily around your waist, his fingers lightly brushing against your skin as he slept soundly. the room was bathed in the soft, golden light of the early morning sun filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over everything.

as you lay there, you suddenly felt the urgent need to use the bathroom. you carefully shifted your weight, trying to extricate yourself from matt's embrace without waking him. but as soon as you managed to lift his arm slightly, matt, even in his sleep, instinctively tightened his grip around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

you let out a soft sigh, realizing this wasn’t going to be as easy as you thought. “matt,” you whispered softly, trying to gently rouse him. “i need to take a piss.”

but instead of releasing you, matt stirred slightly, his lips curling into a sleepy smirk. without opening his eyes, he responded with a sassy, snarky comment, his voice thick with drowsiness. "can't it wait? the bathroom’s not going anywhere, and you’re way too comfy right here."

his playful tone made you roll your eyes, even as a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. despite the growing urgency, you couldn't help but find his stubborn insistence on keeping you close endearing, if not a little frustrating.