Zoe woke up to the sound of an alarm beeping. Still sleepy, she cuddled with the hands wrapped around her for a moment before gently untangling herself and hitting the clock on the nightstand to turn it off.
She'd let Jon sleep a few more minutes while she took her... Wait a minute. She pulled the covers off suddenly. "Honey," she said, shaking him gently.
Jon's eyes fluttered open. "Is it morning already..." he said. He looked around. Like Zoe, it took him a moment to get it.
"Where'd the pillows go?" They both asked at the same time. The bed was back the way it usually was...and they'd been cuddling.
"Something is very fucked up here," Zoe said, and stopped herself. She felt almost...bad about cursing. As if it was inappropriate.
"I noticed...but I'm not panicking," Jon said. "Are you panicking?" he asked.
"No," Zoe said. At first, she was shocked by it, but as the minutes passed by, the idea she'd woken up in bed with Jon seemed...normal.
"I guess we have to bite the bullet...and wake up Mom and Dad," Jon said.
"Which one do you want to wake up?" She asked.
