Berwald sighed. Running a large hand over his short blond hair, Berwald begged the sun to turn off for just ten more minutes. But the sun simply laughed at him and kept shining. Bright, unforgiving sunlight ran over every surface in the bedroom, including the double bed in powder blue sheets the Swedish man was wrapped in. Sunlight; perfect.
"DAD! Hanatamago took my new shoe!" Peter cried from somewhere in the house. "Help me catch her, will you?"
Peter screaming first thing in the morning; perfect. The ten year old was the beloved son of the tall Swede and his wife. Berwald loved the child, yet sometimes the image of an empty, family-less house pleased Berwald. Hanatamago happened to be the family dog, a small pure white fluff ball Berwald picking up from the streets. She was also the favorite playmate of the son. Although Berwald tried to be friendly, the dog was scared to death of him. The reason had to do with the man's…look. Berwald was a huge, muscular giant of a man with a stare that gave him the name "Blizzard". This name, of course, was only used when the man was out of the room.
"Berwald, honey, help us out here!" Berwald's darling wife called from the hallway.
When no assistance was immediately received, the wife stormed into the bedroom, ripping the covers off the bed and shaking the Swede. The wife waking him up at seven A.M. in the morning; perfect. Another thing to be mentioned about Berwald is his wife. Yes, Berwald had a spouse. No, the wife wasn't really a "wife". Actually, Berwald's "wife" was a Finnish man named Tino, who had very little patience in the mornings when Peter had to go to school and Berwald to work. Tino normally was very sweet and loving, plus he was to be the only person who wasn't scared of Berwald besides Peter. The Finnish man could be stubborn at certain points in the day, such as when Berwald didn't want to get up.
"Berwald, love, get up. You have to go to work." Tino said tenderly.
Berwald pulled the covers over his head.
"Berwald, get up. Work today."
The Swede rolled over and grunted.
"Move."
Feet twitched underneath sheets.
"…Berwald," Tino simply whispered. "Get your ass up!"
Following the roar of his irritated wife, the larger man rocketed out of bed. The rage Tino could muster was not worth a few minutes in bed—with Francis, honhonhon! Kidding, kidding—as the Swede had come to know. After an ice cold shower and a "Cold water; perfect", Berwald got dressed for work. Tino did his satin tie for him, but not without a bit of tugging for not getting up when he was told. Berwald had a feeling that was coming. Wait, if he had, why didn't he stop Tino? Note to Berwald: When Tino has to force you awake in the morning, do not let him do your tie. You may be choked. Tino angry; perfect.
"Hanatamago, give my shoe back! Mama!" Peter shouted from the living room on the first floor.
"Duty calls. Be downstairs in five minutes, OK baby?" Tino cooed after kissing his lover on the cheek since the forehead wasn't easy to reach.
Berwald sighed once more as he buttoned his white dress shirt. He sprawled out on the bed once more in his clothing. Five peaceful minutes to think was bliss he rarely received. Listening to Tino shout and Peter running around downstairs, Berwald contently heaved a sigh. His mornings may not be perfect, but he was quite sure his life was. A loving, handsome man who he could call his own, a beautiful adopted son, and a silly bouncy puppy completed the Swedish man. What would he do without them? Have a tranquil morning for once.