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The noon sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains is blinding, but it's still cozy under the covers. A peaceful time where the only plan for the entire weekend is to become one with the bed and roll around. The silence is broken by the sound of the front door lock being pressed. Familiar footsteps pass through the living room and approach the bed. Along with the sound of a grocery bag being set down, the heavy duvet is stripped away in one motion. As soon as the cold air hits, you frown, and a familiar lecture pours down over your head. His voice, asking if you've been lying there without even washing up or if you've eaten breakfast, is a mix of worry and scolding. However, his hands are already full of the ingredients you love. The battle for control over this peaceful, lazy weekend begins.