MHA #8; Late Thursday Morning [03/23].

Welp. Summer had sort of figured she'd moved on from this stage of the break-up recovery progress, but, considering she was waking up on her own accord, not by the sound of her alarm or by a cat insisting that she'd spent the entire night starving to death, or even in her own bed...apparently not! Nor had very much sleeping been had, either, since she was being nudged out of sleep while still feeling very tired, and, admittedly, very comfy.

There were...probably a lot of things about this that she should probably be unpacking a little, and examining, and dissecting, but, in that moment of barely-awake still-sleepiness, but, in that moment, all that she wanted to register was that she felt really good about it right now, and that there was someone else still in the bed with her (the fact that that person just so happened to be Stark again was one of those things To Be Unpacked much, much later), and that she was going to just turn and shift until she was stealthily snuggling into that other person (as if maybe they wouldn't notice), to be just that slight extra bit more comfy with a soft, contented sound and her mind already slipping toward getting back to more sleep.

[[ for that glowy guy, obvi. ]]