“Gabriel,” I whisper, poking his arm. He’s out like a light.
“Gabriel,” I say a little louder, poking harder.
“Gabriel!” I yell, smacking his bicep. He jumps and turns to make sure I’m alright.
“Good morning,” I say with a sleepy smile.
“What?” he asks, confused as he looks around the room and realizes there’s no danger.
I giggle, “The alarm clock went off and you didn’t even move.”
He looks at the time and groans, “It’s only five o’clock.”
“Yeah.”
“That alarm is just a preset. I arrange for it to go off five times. By the end, I’m usually awake enough to get up.”
“Oh,” I say, refusing to bad, “well I didn’t know that.”
He smiles and lays back down, cuddling me close to him. “That’s okay, mate. Let’s go back to sleep.”
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