~Phil's POV~
The bright sunlight shone through the cracked blinds covering the window showing the train and the rest of London. I stretched up and yawned. My legs and feet swung over the side of my bed, which seemed to be pulling me back in, but I knew I wouldn't fall back asleep, and I should really get up. I stood at the noise of my phone 'bing'-ing from Twitter. I checked it, then made my way out of my room.
I walked into the lounge and saw Dan passed out on the couch. He was leaning back on the backboard cushion of the brown sofa. He looked so peaceful.
He had on a red tee, black jeans, and his hair was natural, my favorite way, so he had his fuzzy hat on. He was drooling down the side of his cheek. I couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the sight. I walked over, quietly, towards the sleeping Dan, and wiped the drool off of his face. He stirred at my touch, and I pulled back.
The next thing I knew, Dan was sweeping me off of my feet, and cradling me in his lap. He was still sleeping, and I don't think this was intentional, but I could really care less. I was stunned, and just soon fell limp in his arms.
A few seconds later, his eyes fluttered open, and he realized what he was doing. At this moment, I would think he would fling me off, and act very strange. Instead, he leaned forward, and kissed me.
"Good morning, Sunshine."
