After the First Time<br />
	Morning light streamed through the window blinds, the rays playing over a large lump covered by blankets. Said lump coincidentally let out a groan and shifted about, the bedsprings creaking in protest at the treatment as their charge slowly came around to the land of the awake. A bit more groaning sounded forth, a bitter yet ultimately weak rebellion against that most foul of hours known as morning before the one objecting to it finally sat up with a grunt, blankets falling