"Dear, aren't you going to be late?" Claire asked as she worked her tie into a knot with her fingers.
She made her way towards the bed, but Hershel replied with a low groan that would probably translate to something along the lines of "five more minutes…" He hugged the pillow in his arms tighter as if it were a physical form of his unconsciousness.
She giggled at his response and walked across the room, her voice fading as she exited into the hallway. "Oh, Hershel, don't be like that. I know you're not a morning person, but it's your own fault for teaching morning classes this semester."
Hershel, sighing, buried his face deeper into the pillow. He clung to the fog of sleep for just a little longer. He heard footsteps approaching his side of the bed and something was placed on top of his head. There was a light peck of lips on his cheek, and then the footsteps faded away again. Hershel smiled, snuggling into the blankets, reveling in the warmth of the sheets.