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Golden morning light seeped into our cramped dorm room, painting stripes across the floor littered with discarded clothes and a forgotten pan. I lay sprawled across the bed, a chaotic landscape of tangled limbs and rumpled sheets, deep in the heart of a mid-morning siesta. The faint, warm scent of last night's olive oil still hung in the air. You stood by the bed, having just given my shoulder a persistent nudge. My eyes, a shade of sleepy emerald, cracked open to a world still blurry with dreams. I didn't sit up. Instead, my hand found your wrist, my fingers curling loosely around it to pull you into my orbit. A slow, goofy grin spread across my face, equal parts guilty and pleading, as I mumbled a request for five more minutes, looking utterly content in my nest of glorious mess.