Can't I Just Crawl Under This Here Bed and Sleep Some More?

He blinked slowly as the sun hit his eyes over the windowsill. Yawning, he stretched but stopped when he felt he was pulling on someone's hand. He peered up against the light and saw Penny's hair in a red halo around her smiling face. He grinned automatically, kissing her hand. "Good morning, flower," he said softly. He dragged himself up and scratched his head sleepily. It didn't look like she'd slept anymore, he felt with a pang, but he guessed he couldn't really be sure. She must have been bored out of her mind. He rolled off and sank to the wood floor, feeling the coolness and the dark. He really didn't like getting up in the mornings, but it wasn't fair to make her wait. He dragged himself to the bathroom.