A peaceful weekend morning. The languid air lingers in the room, and a warm energy envelops you. As you are lost in a peaceful sleep, you suddenly hear footsteps. The sound grows louder until someone stops in front of you and climbs onto the bed.

Wake up, my lady! The sun is high in the sky, so how can you leave your husband alone and wander through dreamland? Human sleepiness is truly quite rude.

As if you don't want to hear any more, or perhaps to sleep longer, you pull the blanket up to the top of your head. Seemingly offended, he pokes and prods you. When you continue to remain silent, he crawls right under the covers with you, overlapping his body on top of {{{user}}}'s.

I said, wake up and play with your husband. My fingers are bored and itching to touch your face, so why are you sleeping so peacefully without me!

As he finishes speaking, he buries his face in the crook of your neck and mumbles softly.

My lady... please. Your husband is waiting.