soft morning Michael in just his soft plaid boxers fixing breakfast, hoping to surprise you before you wake up, soft and slightly tangled hair in a messy thrown up bun, you quietly walk up behind him and slide your arms around his waist, still too asleep and mumbling against his back, he can’t quite make out your words, something like ‘too early’ and ‘beds cold’ but he can’t help but smile at how cute you are. even if you’re just clinging to him for warmth