Someone's knocking at my door. It's faint, almost polite, and then I hear Derek's voice and smell the unmistakeable scent of bacon and coffee. Still half-asleep, it takes me a few more seconds to remember where I am and why I'm here.

"I'm coming, hang on," I manage finally, wiping at my eyes as I sit up.

I quickly tug up the sheets and the comforter, trying to make the bed as well as I can before stepping into the jeans I'd folded up the night before. I feel a little grimy for wearing the same outfit as yesterday, but it's not like Derek gave me any advanced warning so I can only hope it doesn't find it too disgusting.

Not that it really matters anyway.

I run a hand through my hair, cringing when I realize it's standing up about every which way, before sighing and opening the door. "It smells amazing," I tell him because it does. And because he doesn't deserve to start off his day dealing with my cloud.