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Mornings with Dream are the best kinds of mornings. Schlatt loves being able to wake up with Dream pressed right next to him, soft and vulnerable. He learned early on that Dream likes to cuddle the morning after, refusing to let go unless he was fully awake.

He was clingy like that, but Schlatt didn't mind. It was nice to have someone to wake up to. It feels... domestic. Warm.

Schlatt was definitely going soft.

He can't help it though. Dream was just so cute. It's stupid. Schlatt is stupid. Gods, he loves him.

Schlatt firmly pushes the thought away. Did I just...? Yeah, no. I'm too sober for this shit.

He stares at the ceiling for a few moments, listening to the clock tick until it hit five thirty. An alarm sounded, and Schlatt was quick to turn it off.

Dream shifts slightly, his peaceful slumber decidedly disturbed. Schlatt shushes him, murmuring to his admin to go back to sleep. Dream deserved that much after dealing with a demanding Wilbur Soot for a whole day.

Schlatt personally thought that it would be better to ban the moron, but unfortunately, his admin was such a people-pleaser, always wanting everyone to think good of him. It was becoming a problem. Though Schlatt won't complain about the positive aspects of that, since Dream certainly knew how to please.

Schlatt smiles to himself, stupidly. He stared at the admin's sleeping form. Dream wore one of his sweaters, a blue fleece sweater with a little red heart embroidered on the left side. Schlatt likes it when Dream wears his clothes -- his admin looks so adorable in baby blue.

He looks at the clock again. Five thirty-two. Damn it.

Schlatt slowly gets up, away from the comfort of his duvet. Dream grabs his wrist weakly in protest, his mind still clouded with sleep. Schlatt smiled sadly, petting his admin's hair in the way he knew the other enjoyed.

It pains Schlatt to leave his admin alone, but he has a country to run, and Quackity would surely bitch to him at the amount of paperwork he has to do if Schlatt were to leave his duties to the vice president for a day. Schlatt had an inkling that the duck-hybrid wants to poison him or something.

"Don't go," Dream whined, almost pitifully. Schlatt felt his resolve crack and before he knew it, he had laid back down next to his needy admin. Dream clung to him like a barnacle.

"I spoil you too much, sweetie," Schlatt sighed, fond. "That's alright though. Love you."

Dream's glassy green eyes blinked in confusion. "What?"

Schlatt backtracked. He didn't mean to say that out loud. "I said you're a little shit. Go back to sleep."

"...Okay."