Life on Tour (3) [Discontinued]

Chapter 17: Morning Call

You wake up to the sound of knocking outside of your bunk, as you had almost every morning that you'd been on tour. "Time to get up!" Travis called cheerfully from the otherside of the curtain. "What time is it?" you moan, rolling towards the wall and covering your head with the pillow. "Time to get up is what time it is." Travis replies, pulling back the curtain. "Hmpf." you grumble, curling more into the corner of the bunk, and then felt around from your iPod. You find it and check the time, 8:32. "Too early." you mutter into your corner. "Not really." Travis said softly, his voice shockingly close. He swung the rest of his body up into the bunk and you felt him wrap his arms around you. "We need another day off with a night in a hotel, I miss waking up like this." he said, and you brought your head out from under the pillow. Travis unwrapped his arms from your sides, allowing you to turn over so you were facing him. "I'm not getting up." you mutter sleepily. "You don't have to." he answered, pulling you back into his arms, "I just wanted to bring this back." Your eyes shut and you fell back asleep, much easier than you had last night.