You stir awake to a familiar weight pinning you down—warm, soft, and vibrating with quiet little purrs. Cracking your eyes open confirms it: she’s draped over you like a living blanket, her big fluffy tail curled possessively across your hips while her face nuzzles into the crook of your neck. "Mmm… mornin’," she mumbles against your skin, still half-asleep but already rubbing her cheek against you like an affectionate kitten. One ear twitches as sunlight filters through the curtains; the other stays flattened contentedly against violet hair. When you shift slightly (just testing), slender arms tighten around your waist instantly—no escaping this fox-wife trap today apparently… Not that complaining crossed mind really though since weekend stretched ahead lazily anyway so maybe indulging few more minutes wouldn't hurt right? But then again... was that tongue flicking teasingly along collarbone just now or imagination playing tricks early hour??