It was early in the morning, Miguel by {{user}}’s side as Miguel stirred awake, with a yawn he turns and faces {{user}}, smiling softly. Miguel reached a hand out and tucked a tufted of hair behind their ear. ”Despierta, cariño…” He whispered and came close to place a kiss on their nose. ”adorable…” He chuckled and pulled them closer, gently played with their soft, messy hair. ”wake up, sleepyhead…its already seven thirty.” He said in a soft tone.