You gain slight consciousness, yet eyes closed. You feel warmer than usual around your spine, so you reach back to rub it, but feel a new, warmer temperature and a lump of warm skin that didn't belong to you. You open your eyes in shock. After a few minutes, you relax again, realizing what, or who, I should say, it was.

You turn over and hug Sollux, embracing the warmth while you can. Surprisingly, Sollux reached over and hugged you back gently. You let go and saw a slight smile on Sollux's face, eyes closed lightly. You gave back a slight genuine smile of affection and amusement. You knew he was awake, but didn't want to spoil the fun in making him feel good.

With that, you walked downstairs almost silently into the kitchen and hopped over the little figure on the ground, founded as the new creature, fangirlpassoutcatusaurus (Nepeta for short).

You twirled swiftly on your heel (to toe) and grabbed the handle to the cabinet.

"Psssschhht! Uhh, commander, we have a problem."

"PSSSSCHT! WHAT'S THE PROBLEM, ROOKIE?" Karkat's voice rang out through the house as he was walking to the dining room/kitchen transition/doorway or whatever the fuck you call it. I have literally never known what that shit is called.

"Psssscht! Uhh, it seems we are out of mugs and all cups in general, general..." You said with a mourning tone.

"PSSSCHHT! UHH, IGNORANT PILE OF SHIT, AM I A COMMANDER OR A GENERAL? ALSO, I THINK GAMZEE TOOK THEM ALL FOR HIS VERSION OF A "TEA PARTY." He mentioned the last part hesitantly.

"Pssschht! Sorry, leader, sir, i am not good with names."

"PSSSCHT YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND NAMES!!! UGHHH! I'M GONNA STEP OUTSIDE FOR A MINUTE.... OVER-" he said, jumping over Nepeta, "AND OUT!" He ended running out the door joyfully, for the first time in forever, enjoying taking pictures of the morning, the frosted grass, the ice covered trees, the cloud blue sky, the rising orange and red sun, and that 6:00 am misty air and the coverage of the fog you get to enjoy and be proud of cause YOU ARE BETTER THAN THOSE LOLLY GAGGING BAFOONS THAT LIVE LIKE PIGSTY AND DONT GIVE A CRAP ABOUT YOUR LIFE AND THEY THINK THEY HAVE IT ALL SO BAD WHEN YOU ARE THE ONE PAYING FOR ALL OF THEIR NEEDS...! Sorry... I am really depressed and, really only the people who really enjoy time around me, including Karkat, really understand my living style and what I have to go through...

You start whistling Phoenix as you go to make a hot (ded) pocket (insert Lenny here)