Waking up next to Vernon.
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A calm sensation began to bring you back from the twilight of sleep, gently working through your hair. It continued brushing strands of hair away from your face, and you could have sworn that, if possible, you could stay in the same position for the rest of your life.
Suddenly, the sensation slowed to an end, and a warm pressure rested on your shoulder. You slowly opened your eyes, adjusting to the sunlight pouring into the room, and found a sleepy, smiling Vernon looking at you.
"Morning~" he said, grogginess washing through his voice.
"Mmm..." you hummed in response.
Vernon patted your shoulder gently and pulled you into what was probably the laziest hug you had ever been a part of. You sighed contentedly and rested your head on his arm, the soft fabric of his shirt rubbing against your cheek.
Time swam on, and his arms had not let go of you. You both continued drifting in and out of sleep, just enjoying the warmth of each other's' presence. Like this, you remembered just how nice it feels to be truly happy.
