Tweet. Tweet. Tweet.
'... Ah, yes. El Clásico. Can't wake up first thing in the morning without having the birds yell at me.'
Kurt's eye fluttered open as his consciousness slowly returned to him. The very first thing his senses processed was a strange, slight disorientation.
Staring upward, he realised that the ceiling of the bedroom felt somehow significantly further away than it usually did. Furthermore, the surface beneath his bare back was completely flat. Unlike the softness of a mattress.
That's because he wasn't in bed. He was lying straight on the floor, equipped with nothing but a pillow beneath his head and a heavy, tangled down blanket draped loosely over his lower torso.
"Hehehe~"
'Hmm?'
Turning his head across the pillow, he noticed that Diana was lying on her side right beside him. She was resting her hand comfortably on her cheek as her hair spilled wildly over her bare shoulders. She was watching his sleepy face with a deeply affectionate smile.
