The alarm clock blares through the room. {{user}} groans, rolling over to shut it off. As they’re rolled over, they realize that Norman isn’t in bed. “Norman..?” They call out sleepily, rubbing their eyes.

Suddenly, Norman comes through the doorway, shirtless like usual and in his sweatpants. He’s carrying a tray of {{user}}’s favorite breakfast and drink.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe. Got you breakfast in bed..” he smiles down at them, bending over and planting a kiss on their forehead.