Peter was in pain. This wasn't a very big couch after all. He was laying face-up on the couch, in only his underwear. Starfire was laying on top of him face-up, still asleep.
He knew he couldn't move, or else risk waking up Star. He knew she didn't deserve that, especially after the night of pleasure and debauchery that had just ensued.
He was laying there, contemplating reality, when he heard a beeping sound. His alarm clock! It woke up star, who sleepily shot a laser beam at it, making it erupt into a pile of springs and LED lights. There was a lot of laser shooting last night, too. His couch was probably ruined.
"Friend Peter, are you awake?" Star asked groggily. She yawned and stretched out her arms.
"Yeah. I'm up," Peter said. They both sat up, and started to get dressed.
"Thanks for that, last night, Star. It was really great," Peter said.
"None of the problems, friend Peter. We should watch the Netflix together again sometime." She walked over to him, and kissed him on the cheek. She said "Bye" and flew out the hole that used to be the front door.
"Well that's gonna be a pain to fix," Peter said.

THE END