Sinister.

In the quiet embrace of dawn, the first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, gently nudging Leia from her slumber.

Her nose wrinkles in annoyance as the light pierces through her closed lids.

She nearly scowls when her messy hair is gently pulled by Mark who stands by her bedside, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Leia?.' he says with a cheery voice. The woman feels like using her pillow to smother him. No one should be that happy before noon. It's very offensive to Leia's early-morning sensibilities.

The Man, completely indifferent to Leia's murderous intent, continues to tug at her hair.

"Come on!." He says with a childish pout. "Wake up, sleepyhead," he coaxes in a sing-song voice, the words a lilting melody in the tranquil room.

He tugs again and this time the woman finally moves.

Leia groans, her brow furrowing as she opens her eyes. She immediately shuts them back when they are assaulted by the light.

"It's too bright!." She hisses. The man rolls his eye