Sunlight filtered through the curtains, filling the room with warm golden glow. This was an unacceptable turn of events in Jacob’s mind so instead of embracing the day he dragged the blankets over his head, refusing to acknowledge it was morning. Val had other plans though and he felt the cool air invaded his blanket tent as she slid out of bed. Jacob groaned and made a halfhearted attempt to pull her back into bed. A few minutes later he heard what first sounded like rain, but that didn’t make any sense. He could still see light peeking in the edges of the bed. That’s when when he smelled it, the only aroma that could rouse him from his comfort castle wafted gently down the hall. It was that marvelous meat known to mere mortals as bacon. Aaron couldn’t handle it anymore, he threw his blankets to the side and went to jump out bed, and promptly tumbled to the floor. It was almost as if his bed was betrayed by his sudden abandonment. This did not dissuade Aaron he quickly unwrapped the sheet he hadn’t noticed that as curled around his calf. He stubbled into the kitchen to behold Val pulling out all the stops, using his grandma’s cast iron skillet to fry up those slices of ambrosial delight with eggs over medium just like he liked them. She smiled while wordlessly placing two plates complete with buttered toast on the table. Aaron kissed her quickly with a sly grin before turning his eyes back to the bacon. Scooping up the crispy goodness with just the right balance of crunch and immediately devouring it. This was definitely worth waking up for.