Clark wakes up to the annoying sound of the alarm clock going off.

Today would be a busy day, he has two meetings and will have to produce a new article on Superman. It was comical even, writing an essay about himself. He's about to get up when he feels her face burn against his back, a needy moan. A little plea for him not to go. "You know I can't stay. I'm going to be late." he says, trying to get up but failing miserably as you latch onto him like a koala.