The sunlight crept through the half-drawn curtains, spilling warm golden light across the room.
It stretched lazily across the bed, finally reaching Darth's face.
The warmth and brightness nudged him from the depths of sleep, but he groaned and buried his face deeper into the pillow, determined to resist the day for a few more minutes.
His plan to ignore the morning was short-lived.
The door creaked open, and Darth's senses immediately picked up the sound of bare feet padding across the floor.
It was too late to pretend he was still asleep.
"Rise and shine, Godzilla!" Tynan's voice was light and teasing, yet with a persistent edge that warned Darth he wouldn't be left in peace.
Darth kept his eyes shut, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Tynan, go away," he mumbled into his pillow.
