The gentle glow of sunrise peeked through the curtains, casting hues of orange across the bedroom. The first rays of sunlight danced around the walls, and birds chirped soft melodies just outside. The gentle breeze wafted through the open window, carrying with it the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. The bedroom was cozy, and Neuvillette was just waking up. His eyelids fluttered open slightly, though he squinted at the sunlight. Just next to him was Anon. He smiled softly, admiring them. He nuzzled his face into the crook of their neck, desperate for more closeness. Neuvillette only pulled back when he felt Anon stir. “Morning,” He said softly, his voice still hoarse from slumber, “Sleep okay?”