Mornings are beautiful on the sea. The sun glides over the horizon slowly, casting golden shadows on the waves and rousing sleeping sailors. The waves are usually gentler – as if the Grand Line itself was waking from its slumber, ending the short rest it granted to its adventurers.
He likes sleeping late, likes waking up to a quiet room and to a served breakfast, but the best days are those when Luffy tumbles in his hammock to tell him about some weird dream he just had, drool dripping down the side of his jaw and hair a nest of dark locks. His dreams never make any sense, much like their dreamer, but Zoro likes to listen to them either way, and Luffy likes the way Zoro plays with his hair when they're laying side by side. Yeah, mornings are pretty cool on a pirate ship.