5sos imagines

Michael Clifford: morning

Y/n's POV
—————
I never really liked mornings as a kid, teen, young adult. I never liked being forced to wake up by a horrible beeping sound and then be expected to put jeans on, oof... that's just the whipped cream to it. Then you have to decide what you want for breakfast. The cherry? Deciding if you want to handle peoples' bullshit.

But what I do like about mornings as a married woman and stay at home wife, is naturally waking up. I get to wake up to a handsome man drooling on my sometimes naked chest. Whether we are on good terms or not, he always finds his way to my chest before the sun rises.

Of course like every blissful morning, he is lightly snoring as he hugs me tight. I run my short finger nails through short his beard as my other hands plays with his hair.

I stay like that for half an hour until he starts to stir awake. "Mmm good morning. I was having an awesome dream." He mumbles into my breast.

Such a boob guy.

"Want to share?" I ask still playing with his hair. "Yeah. We moved to Japan." He says peeking one eye at me slowly.

He's been wanting to move for the longest but I don't agree with such a big move. I mean, if we were to move to Australia then, count me in. Japan is just too crowded and I love their culture but their food never settles well with my stomach. It's not a place I can see myself living in or calling home. We've spent EVERY holiday there for the past 3 years and I just can't even keep calm for two days. I just want to burst in their streets and fly to a more open space.

"Michael. Please don't start. I already decided, no alarms, no jeans, waffles, and no dealing with b—s." I say pushing his head off my body.

"But y/n." He whines flinging his arms and legs around like a baby and flashing himself in the process.

"Good morning to me." I mumble getting up and heading to the restroom.