waking Bachira up in the morning is a constant struggle.

he fights, kicks, and punches just to stay curled up in your bed, in your blankets, and with your pillow.

and as soon as you try to move him in the morning, even if it's almost noon, he already tries to slap and swat your hand away from him lazily, clinging to staying sleeping five more minutes, which become one more hour.

you are not going to convince him to go to his house, or to another bed, or to the couch. he is determined to stay where he wants to stay: your bed.

"sooo sleepyyy..." he murmured against the soft fabric of your bedding snoring lightly and even drooling out of his slightly parted lips.

it is impossible.