Those mornings were the best. When all of them were there, legs and arms tangled and the sheets tied all around them so that nobody was cold.

Those mornings when they woke up, slow and lazy, for no other reason than it was because they woke up. No children, no fights, no annoying friends appearing far too early.

Those mornings were nice because the first one who woke up would always be inventive about waking up the next. Seph liked to use his mouth and slow touches, Zack liked to kiss the others awake, Aeris loved tickling with her hair, and Cloud loved to vary.

Those were the best mornings, when, after they had woken each other up, washed up, and fallen back into bed.

They all loved those mornings.