Sam yawns, opening his eyes and squinting against the early morning New York sun that spills in to their apartment through the long windows opposite the bed. He frowns, shuffles a little until a tall building on the horizon blocks the worst of the light and he rolls over to check the time.
The vintage flip-faced alarm clock on his nightstand (one that his grandmother bought his father when he left for college years ago), propped up by a stack of comic books and half filled sketchbooks tells him that it's almost seven in the morning. 6:59am. He doesn't even need to be awake for another three hours.
Finn always berates him for being so lazy –whenever he's back from serving in Afghanistan, he operates on the same schedule as always, dragging Rachel out of bed with him at five in the morning. By seven am, he's been ready for the day for over an hour.
Sam always laughs at him, elbows him playfully because he's still a child inside despite being almost twenty. Finn just tells him that he should really stop wasting his life away in bed every morning –people are at their most productive then, don't you know.
Sam rolls over in bed again, takes in Kurt's sleeping form; his eyes closed and coal eyelashes fanning over the tops of his cheeks. The blonde smiles, cups his cheek and presses their lips together; they fit as perfectly as they have for the last three years. Sam whispers an 'I love you' under his breath, rolls back over to stare out of the window again.
The clock face flips to 7am. Sam smiles to himself.
Finn might be away fighting for the country, might be busy salvaging a city or struggling against vigilantes, while Sam is still half asleep in his cosy bed in New York City. But Sam has done just as much as Finn will have before 7am.
And no-one had to die, Sam smiles to himself, closing his eyes and falling back to sleep.
I've been told
that people in the army
do more by 7:00 am
than I do
in an entire day
but if I wake
at 6:59 am
and turn to you
to trace the outline of your lips
with mine
I will have done enough
and killed no one
in the process.
Shane Koyczan, '6:59am'