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The sunlight bled through the window curtains and onto Lucy's face, making her slowly reawaken to the living world. A yawn escaped her as she blinked away the drowsiness, realizing that it was now morning. So, in typical morning fashion, she attempted to get up. "Attempted, being the key word, as she soon found herself being pulled back down onto the bed. Confused, she turned her head and let her eyes fall onto Emmet who peacefully slept next to her. Surprisingly, even though Emmet made sure to follow a pretty healthy sleeping schedule, he more than likely over slept if she didn't wake him up. He also had a slight habit of wrapping himself around Lucy during his sleep, to which he was always embarrassed by when she told him about it when he woke up.
"Pst, Emmet," Lucy whispered, still staring at Emmet's face, "it's morning." Nothing, no soft voice that reminded her of chocolate responded, instead it was just the very soft breathing of a sleeping special someone. Lucy decided just to give up right then and there, instead opting to snuggle up closer to him and let herself fall back asleep.