Aw fuuuuuu-CK. It’s totally still johnkat day somewhere in the world so this totally COUNTS.
Four hours later you wake up, slightly disoriented and feeling as though you hardly slept at all. Wiping at sleep crumbs plastering your lids shut you realize you’ve mysteriously been relocated to your bed and that the delicious warmth against your back is a second body. You’ve woken up exactly five minutes before your alarm is set to go off. When you flap an arm to prevent it from shattering the peaceful silence with shitty music John makes a soft sleepy noise and draws closer against you, the arm around your waist instinctively tightening. You settle back against the pillow, rendered stupidly happy in a single shining moment.