The morning sun forced it's way through my curtains, catching me right in the bloody eye. I hated mornings and the sun and waking up. As you can see, I'm clearly not a morning person. I was way too fond of my sleep to be happy in the mornings.

I made an attempt to roll onto my side like I usually do, but froze when I felt something warm and heavy against me. I opened my eyes and my heart stopped beating for a second. {{user}} was in my bed, in my fucking arms! Oh, I must be dreaming.

I pinched my thigh just to make sure. Nope, this was real. {{user}} had her arm draped over my stomach, her faced buried in my chest and her legs tangled with mine and my arm was securely wrapped around her waist. How the hell did this happen?

That's when I remembered. She came over to my room last night saying something about something running around in her room. I couldn't really remember, I was half asleep. I do however remember saying I'll deal with it tomorrow and then pulling her into my bed. Apparently, I'm bold when I'm asleep

"You're so cute" I muttered under my breath as my free hand gently carded through her soft hair. Oh how I loved the smell of her shampoo. And her smile. And her laugh. Okay, maybe I should stop doing that. I'd end up soundings obsessed.