Cynthia had not slept well. It was not as if they hadn't shared a bed before, they had, countless times. There were some points along their relationship where they practically lived at each others dorms and flats, because god knows Tracey wasn't going to walk home at 3 am after a good fuck when he could easily squeeze in and sleep with her. And Cynthia's early classes demanded as much rest as she could get, so why not just stay the night, change into the spare clothing they left at each other's last time, and head out early? But there would be no 'heading out early' this time. Cynthia felt like a child the night before Christmas, unable to sleep for long increments at a time, constantly waking up, possessed with the need to check if her presents were there. Or present, in this case.  And he was, all through the night.<br/><br/>She kept waking up, possessed by the need to confirm he was there. A small thrill ran threw her whenever her fingers brushed his hair in the dark, or his cheek. Or his inner nostril, oops.<br/><br/>Dawn set in, and the weight of the week finally crushed Cynthia into a solid sleep. She stopped tossing, she stopped waking, she stopped poking. The sun didn't urge her awake like it usually did. Her early morning habits were hard to break after graduation, even when the only work she could get were night shifts at a 24/7 connivence store. He'd come in to find her rolled onto his side of the bed, the comfort pulled up and piled onto of her upper torso and head as she dozed, stubbornly refusing to obey the sun for once.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The sun's awake, so IIII'm awake,</span>she usually teased, on the mornings where he wanted to sleep in and she had other plans.<br/><br/>She groaned softly when she heard the door open, wanting him to know just how sleepy she was she he could sympathize and tuck a sheet up over the bare windows. The poignant smell of bacon washed over her. Her eyes snapped open, but suddenly that was too much effort so she squinted them and batted to find the edge of the comforter, pilled on top of her somewhere. "Baaaacoooon," she cooed, popping her head out. "You're aweeeeee-" she yawned. "-sooome."<br/><br/>Suddenly she was wide awake. She stretched, letting the cottony grasp of sleep melt off her as she watched him bring the tray over. She pulled her legs up to her, sitting up and giving him the edge of the bed to use. She laughed when she saw the feast he brought her. "For me? Thank you." Her lips grasped for a kiss, morning breath and all. "Where'd you find bacon?"