"Wake up wake up wake up".
I pulled on the covers for like billionth time.
Paul wanted to sleep in today, but I needed him to help me organize my stuff.
"In a little bit..."
The frontman said sleepily with a yawn.
I watched as he wrapped his arm around the pillow and snuggled into it.
After a few minutes, I walked out of the bedroom to go into the kitchen and feed my tortoiseshell cat Cinnamon.
An idea for a way to get the Starchild out of bed came to me.
I picked up Cinnamon in my arms and carried her to our bedroom.
Then, when I was standing at the door, I whispered to Cinnamon in her ear, and told her to go and wake up Paul.
The cat hopped out of my arms and walked into the bedroom.
She then climbed up onto our bed and then made her to the sleeping Starchild.
In an instant, Paul felt something that was tickling his face.
Then, a wet sand-paper tongue began moving around in his hair.
"Mmm...Wha—"?
Paul opened his eyes and realized that Cinnamon was trying to groom him with her tongue.
"Hey...! Get off Cinnamon. Shoo shoo".
He gently pushed her off him and the cat obeyed his command and stopped grooming him.
Cinnamon licked her mouth as she looked at him for a minute or two, and then jumped off the bed and wandered out of the bedroom.
I was giggling at the scene and Paul heard me.
"I should've know that you were one behind of all of this".
He said with a playful smirk, and I laughed again and then joined him on the bed.
"You decided to sleep in today, huh"?
I grinned and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Yeah..."
Paul chuckled and pulled me closer to him.
He then picked up his phone and we took a selfie together.
