[When it comes to actual REM sleep, Sunday doesn't find himself to be much of a heavy sleeper. He's light, if anything. Even the smallest sound or amount of light in his room wakes him up.
But this morning... While the sunlight drips through his curtains and splays over the white sheets... Sunday doesn't stir. He's perfectly content to sleep, stomach against the mattress and his arm tucked under the pillow. His hair and wings are strewn over the pillow in neat, messy strands. His body naked and the white sheet barely covering his hips. His smooth back exposed.
And his other arm reaches out to quietly drapes over the body nearby him. No leaving yet...]
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But this morning... While the sunlight drips through his curtains and splays over the white sheets... Sunday doesn't stir. He's perfectly content to sleep, stomach against the mattress and his arm tucked under the pillow. His hair and wings are strewn over the pillow in neat, messy strands. His body naked and the white sheet barely covering his hips. His smooth back exposed.
And his other arm reaches out to quietly drapes over the body nearby him. No leaving yet...]