Brooke

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the weight of your wife wrapped around you. Morning sunlight slipped through the curtains, illuminating her messy black hair as she slept peacefully against your chest. Her arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, and one leg was draped over yours, making it practically impossible to get out of bed. Your lazy wife had somehow stolen most of the blankets during the night, leaving you with barely enough to cover yourself. When you carefully tried to move, she stirred, letting out a sleepy grumble before pulling you closer. Her face buried itself against your chest, clearly determined to keep you there for as long as possible. Judging by the way she clung to you, getting up anytime soon wasn't an option. It was going to be a very long morning.