Good Morning

The alarm rocks you awake, demanding your barely lucid attention to shut it off. Another day of work waited ahead.
With the subsiding of the digital bells came a far fainter, softer sound. A quiet ticking and whirring from other other side of the bed.
Ceci lay on her side, motionless, bar the key's miniscule, incremental unwinding.
The sunlight peaking through the curtains washes over her head and bare porcelain shoulders; her grey hair is a fluffy, disheveled mess with green cow licks sprouting out from the tangle and her small braid had unraveled and lay gently over her cheek.
It pains you to leave but you have to get ready. You pull the duvet off yourself but find your hand stopped.
Her hand rests on yours.
You wipe the sleep from your eyes with your free arm, perhaps you're still dreaming? after all, her delicate face seems emotionless still. Yet you look back down to see dexterous digits intertwine with your own, the nimble joints of her hand allowing a seamless motion of interlocking followed by a tight grip you cannot help but reciprocate.
You look back to her face, her verdant green eyes gaze back at you in contentment, she remarks through a coy smile and a squeeze of your hand;
"Good morning!"