As she grew, Mau learned how to open the bedroom door by hooking her paw beneath it and pushing up and forward at the same time. Since she only snuck into their room in the mornings, both Bakura and Marik ignored the fact and never fixed the door to stop her.
Bakura woke up with Marik's leg hitched across Bakura's lower stomach, and Marik's arm hooked across Bakura's chest. On his other side, Mau slept curled in a ball, using Bakura's right shoulder as a pillow. He looked around the room. Grey light washed over the walls and ceiling. Marik's bedside lamp painted a circle of yellow light around the bed, and Bakura took a moment to admire his partner as he slept bathed in light. Bakura's eyes trailed to the ceiling, and he grinned.
"Holy shit my life is perfect," he whispered to himself and to the gray ceiling above him.
At the sound of his voice, Marik sighed and squeezed Bakura tighter. Bakura turned his head in order to kiss Marik's forehead, and then he went back to staring at the ceiling, too content to get out of bed even though he was awake.