the sun has crept through the curtains, and seemed to have a vendetta against this poor, sleeping man. his brows furrow as the light stirs him, vision foggy. henry lifts his head to glance over the sleeping woman’s head, at the alarm clock on the near by nightstand. he had to be out of bed in thirty minutes to open up the downstairs bakery.
henry grumbles, burrowing his face into the shoulders of the woman next to him. “we gotta get up soon, toots..” he yawns, trying to keep his eyes open. @vagrantwitch










