Tyr lowered his head and kissed Meow's forehead: "Alright, let's get up."
Tyr released Meow, who quickly climbed out of bed and flipped over onto the floor.
Tyr stood up, followed her, and slowly walked into the bathroom.
Meow blushed, standing in front of the sink, picked up her toothbrush, squeezed on toothpaste, and brushed her teeth quietly.
Tyr watched her from behind for a while before stepping to her left, picking up his own toothbrush. His and Meow's toothbrushes and cups were matching couple sets, the towels too; his was blue, Meow's pink. On the sink was a small, exquisite vase with dried flowers, adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise cool-toned bathroom.
The two stood side by side brushing their teeth, both dressed in white pajamas, seemingly with a hint of an old married couple's vibe.
Tyr looked at them in the mirror, his lips slowly curling up. He loved this feeling.
Waking up in the morning, seeing her first thing.
