Waking up in the morning, Jaylene opened her eyes. The thick curtains couldn't block out the light from outside. She rubbed her eyes with her hands and was just about to get up when an arm stretched over and draped itself across her waist.
"Let's sleep for ten more minutes, hmm," a groggy voice said, without even opening an eye.
"No more sleeping, it's 7 o'clock, time to get up and make breakfast," Jaylene struggled, wanting to get out of bed.
"Just five more minutes, please?" the voice pleaded, like a child who hadn't grown up.
Jaylene sighed softly and gently ruffled his hair, "Joseph Thompson, then you lie in a bit longer, I'll get up now. If I stay, we're going to be late."
"But I want you to sleep with me," Joseph Thompson murmured, the arm that was horizontal still not willing to let go.
"If I really stayed with you, I bet you wouldn't be able to sleep," Jaylene Ziel couldn't help but laugh and cry. This man, really, wasn't it always him who got up first in the past?
