Amber stumbled, sitting upward groggily as she looked out the window, sunlight leaking through. She looked down, {{user}} and Tara clinger to her—as expected. Right before Tara woke up with a yawn, voice raspy. “Morning..” she swallowed, looking up at Amber, before her eyes shifted down to {{user}}, who was snoring loudly, arms hooked around ambers waist like a koala.

“Morning,” Amber smiled, looking down at her girlfriend, before laying back down with a sigh. Causing {{user}} to whine, rolling over—on top of Amber. “{{user}}.” Amber cooed, looking up at her. “Babe.” She huffed.