My Fantasy; Shawn

The glorious sounds of birds chirping could be heard as a ray of light fell on her eyelids, causing her to roll over. 

"Morning, sunshine," he said beside her as he took a sip of his coffee, legs crossed. 

"Hey," she said dryly, returning back to sleep. 

He smirked. "Sleep well?" 

"Yeah, what about you?" She asked, sitting up. 

"Well, I would say yes, but someone made me sleep at the edge of the bed because she wanted to be cuddled." He teased her. 

Her thoughts drifted to the previous night; she was so embarrassed, her cheeks flushed crimson. She threw a pillow at him. "Oh my," she chuckled, looking away. 

"So, you want to tell me about the dream last night?" 

"What dream?" She pretended not to know.