You groan, woken up from your very much needed slumber to the door being open and closed shut with such vigorously, as if whoever was coming in plan was indeed to wake you up, and not kindly either.

“Come on, up, we’re late.” Rumi said, already dressed and ready for the day. She pulled the hotel curtains open, letting the bright sunlight fill the room. You whined, pulling the covers over you aching body, neck full of red hickies from your girlfriend since she couldn’t keep her hands off of you the night before.

“Rumi, it’s too early for this.” Mira argued, knowing it would get her probably nowhere. This was Rumi we were talking about, who had a schedule and stuck to it.

“I don’t care.” She retorted, patting the end of the bed. “Zoey’s in the lobby grabbing some coffee. If she’s up, you two can be too.” She said. The show wasn’t till way later in the day, but apparently getting up at the crack of dawn to go get breakfast was more important than lazing around in the stiff, springy hotel bed.

Mira sighed as the door closed behind Rumi, probably going meet Zoey. She didn’t need coffee if she was already this energetic this early. She rubbed her face, clearing her throat, squinting at the light coming in.

“Morning..” She whispered, moving over to where you were laying, obviously not feeling like getting up and walking a mile down to go eat some breakfast. She leaned over, kissing your face. “Come on, she’ll get upset if we’re not out..” She whispered, keeping her voice quiet as she patted your thigh softly before she got up herself.