The sun streaming through the giant window by your bed wakes you up like it does most mornings. Not only is it bright, it's hot which only adds to your already warm bed. You roll away from the sun and turn to face your boyfriend who is still passed out. Matthew is the reason you had to buy a king size bed when you moved in together a few months ago. Without fail, he ends up spread out like a starfish at some point during the night, but honestly it's kind of cute. He's lying on his stomach with his arms and legs spread and his head turned towards you. You can't help yourself as you lightly run your fingers into his hair and along his scalp. His hair has gotten a bit long and pretty curly which is your favorite.
Matthew makes a low humming sound in his sleep. You glance at the alarm clock next to his side of the bed and notice it's already past ten. Matthew's typically an early riser so the last week of work must've really taken it out of him. You trail your hand down his bare back and draw little pictures to keep yourself entertained. A smiley face, a house, some waves, and a little mountain range.
"Mountains," you hear a low voice mumble and you smile.
"Morning, handsome," you say switching to drawing hearts and stars.
"Was I right? Mountains?" You've been drawing on his back since you started dating over a year ago and he's been guessing ever since.
"Yes sir, mountains." Matthew reaches his arm out and wraps it around you waist, pulling you into his side. You tilt your head up and press a kiss to his lips. "What's the plan for today?"
"No plan. I just want to spend all day with you."
"What about the bathroom?"
"Oh, especially the bathroom."
"Kinky, but okay."
"Hey," he says firmly, pulling away from you a bit. "We don't kink-shame in this house."
"No, we don't kink-shame in this house," you giggle. "So what do you actually want to do today? Lazy Sunday?"
"Yes please. Can we just stay in bed? I don't think I can make it to the couch."
"What about food? I'm getting hungry."
"I know what I'm hungry for," Matthew's voice gets impossibly lower as he slides his hands down past your waist and into the waistband of your panties.
"Well I'm not going to argue with that."
*****
An hour or so later you both roll out of bed and throw on some lazy Sunday clothes. You're in one of Matthew's big Halloween shirts and a fresh pair of undies and Matthew pulls on a pair of flannel pajama bottoms. You make your way into the kitchen and stare into the fridge. Matthew wraps his arms around you from behind, placing his chin on your shoulder.
"Do you see anything?" you ask.
"Nothing. Postmates?"
"Postmates. Rosie's?"
"Rosie's. I'm on it." Matthew pulls his phone out of his pocket and orders your usual from your favorite cafe. Rosie's makes a mean eggs benedict (your favorite) and french toast (his favorite). Matthew sends the order in and reads the confirmation. "It should be here in thirty to forty minutes."
"Incredible, coffee than couch?" you ask.
"Coffee? On a lazy Sunday? Are you crazy? How about some hot chocolate?"
"Damn, we're just full of great ideas today." You turn to the cupboard and pull out the stash of Mexican hot chocolate and mini marshmallows. Matthew hooks his phone up to the speaker in the kitchen and pulls up some music. You put some milk in a saucepan on the stove to heat it up. Hot chocolate with water is for amatuers.
