[wakeup call] Summer slid out of bed quietly, at first, to attend to a call of nature. Then she tiptoed across the room and flung the drapes wide, spilling brilliant sunlight across the bed. “Morning Tony!” she sang out, climbing back onto the mattress and on top of him.

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Tony mumbled incoherently as light fell across his face, before he rolled over and brought one arm up to hide his face.  There was some more mumbling and then a grunt as she climbed on top of him, and he tried his damnedest to burrow into the mattress.

“Jarvis, if he doesn’t wake up pour out his coffee.”