Baker's Dozen Story #9

Good Morning (Supernatural Fic-AU)

The morning sun warmed Michonne's back as she slowly came to. She kept her eyes closed as she inhaled deeply, contentedly digging her face back into her pillow. She was too damn comfortable to move.

After a few blissful moments of dozing, she reluctantly tore herself from Morpheus' arms. The day called to her and Rick's sleeping body was drawing her in with his warmth. All was well with the world and she was ready to take on whatever it decided to throw at her today.

That is until she stretched out her arm and it landed against a pair of breasts.

Startled by the soft flesh, her eyes flew open. Staring back at her, or rather, lightly snoring back at her, was her own face.