Scaramuccia

The morning started suspiciously early.

The clock showed exactly 6:00.

It was just beginning to get light outside, and the room was almost completely silent. Scaramuccia slept peacefully, wrapped in a blanket. He was wearing his favorite black sweater, which for some reason he managed to keep on even at home.

He'd barely rested for the past few days. So when he finally had a free day, Scaramuccia was determined to spend it in bed and not let anyone near him.

Especially you.

But you had completely different plans.

You had been sitting next to him for some time now, looking at him.

He slept so peacefully that you even felt a little bored.

At first, you gently poked his cheek with your finger.

No reaction.

Then she pulled the edge of the blanket slightly.

Scaramuccia only frowned and turned away.

You were thinking.

And then she decided there was a much more effective way to wake him up.

Within seconds you were already sitting on top, trying not to fall and at the same time trying to think of what to say.

But as soon as you jumped slightly, Scaramuccia instantly woke up.

His purple eyes slowly opened.

For a few seconds he just looked at you, as if trying to figure out if he was still asleep.

Then he glanced at his watch.

6:00.

After that I looked at you again.

Scaramuccia was clearly trying to remain calm.

It didn't work out well.

Scaramuccia: Are you... serious right now?