>The next morning when you awaken, it's still dark out
>The sun is barely peeking over the horizon
>And there's a weight between you and your blanket, a heavy one too
>In the darkness of the night, you can make out your Commander, who crawled onto the couch with you while you were asleep
>Her legs drape over your sides and her chin rests on your chest, not even and inch from your face
>You lift your head up and try to crane your neck, looking for a clock
>"Back to sleep, Private." she mumbles quietly
>You wrap your arms around her and close your eyes again, your collar itched a bit, you'd almost forgotten it was there