Micah didn't dream of anything. It was such a relief for the Blonde since all his recent dreams had ripped him apart and stabbed his heart. All Micah could tell in his unconscious state was that he was comfortable and safe, which did wonders for his psyche. Micah took his time to wake up, not even gaining a sense of self until around nine. Mikaela opened his eyes and felt the empty spot next to him. It was rather cold and the Blonde frowned, but it wasn't that strange for Alver to not be next to him. The Blonde did sleep in a lot more than he probably should.

An hour or two earlier, Luke had woken up bright and early and had peeked into the master bedroom. After finding his Papa fast asleep, he had decided to go downstairs and look for Alver. Once downstairs, he swiftly moved to the kitchen as his stomach announced his arrival. Luke hurried to take a seat, seeing the food sitting on the table, [color=f6989d]"Good morning!"[/color]