The bedroom was gently illuminated by the morning sun peeking in from behind the blinds.

The birds quietly chirped outside as rustling sounded from inside the closet. The Shinigami seems to be awake.

The closet door rattles open as Rukia drops out, rubbing her eyes that are wet from morning yawns.

She lets out a little tired squeak, adjusting her pj's and walking over to the bed, where you slept.

"Hey. Wake up."

She yawns, and places a hand on her cocked hip.