The alarm clock was well past noon. Or, well, probably anyways. If it was even set correctly in the first place. Though he was only halfway on the bed, Daymienne was soundly passed out. He twitched a little in his sleep and muttered something. It wasn't until the sunlight from the window became an intense glare on his face that he finally opened his eyes. The daemon continued to lay there for several moments, remaining motionless. He debated back and forth about whether he should go back to sleep or if he wanted to get up. He raised his head and looked over at the other shape in the bed, 

[color=Thistle]"Hey, Kludd, is today the first day or was that yesterday? Maybe it was tomorrow. Actually, I don't even know,"[/color] He stretched and scooted over closer to his boyfriend.