I wake up when along with the rooster startin' it's serenade. Eyepatch lands on my left eye, or the place where it used to be,and, my always present hat, on the head. My favourite person in this awfully big house probably is turnin' to the other side. Oh, what i would do to turn her myself...A sigh escapes my lips. If they weren't so stubborn, my friend here wouldn't be so needy anymoe. I sigh frustrated and throw my back against the bed again.Then i smirk. Time to wake up, foxy.
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