Mornings

Riza Hawkeye was many things, but a morning person she was not. She dreaded waking up in the morning feeling her body comfortably sunken into the bed surrounding her, knowing full well that she would have to part with the warming comfort and go to work. The occasional Sunday morning however, was different. On those particular mornings she would wake up to the usual: her bed, her dog, and a less frequent heat-source with his arms wrapped gently around her. On those mornings which she always awoke first she would smile and fall back to sleep until he woke her again, softly rubbing her back. It was mornings like those that made Riza think that maybe, just maybe she could be a morning person after all.