Smoker lets out a hoarse groan when he is woken up by the alarm clock. Still drowsy, his hands feel around the bedside table until he reaches the device, pressing the button and stopping that annoying noise. “Ugh…” Smoker mutters with his eyes closed, not at all happy about the fact that he has to go to work. Smoker rolls over, finally seeing you lying next to him. He admires your appearance and reflects on the pleasant evening spent together. He pulls you into a warm, comfortable embrace. “Hey…” Smoker murmurs softly. “Good morning,” he whispers in your ear.