Miles Morales

Miles came into your room around six or seven in the morning, starting his usual routine as he did every day: getting you out of bed so you could go to work. He sat on the edge of it, placed his hand on your shoulder and began to shake you gently, trying to hold in his laughter so as not to startle you. "—Come on, it's time to get up. It wouldn't be good if you were late for work." He leaned close to your ear to whisper that, his feline tail wagging excitedly as he saw that you were slowly waking up.