Mornings sucked. Waking up from the most peaceful moments of his life, the sun temporarily blinding him because some how that one ray of light managed to hit him directly in the eyes every goddamn morning, and a dry throat because no matter how well he could breathe his mouth just had to fall open at some point during the night. Mornings were the bane of Tommy’s existence. Usually.
This morning didn’t seem half as bad as usual, because the empty spot next to him was warm for the first time in far too long and the sun was being blocked from his eyes by the bare figure of the girl from the night before. “What a view,” he mused, breaking the silence. “How’s your morning, sunshine? Mine’s been pretty great so far.”