#c; iris.

the sound of shifting sheets nearly always took alva by surprise, even as practiced of a sound it was. slowly moving in the bed themselves, they shifted burrowing their face deeper into the pillow and groaning at the subtle ache in their lower back and thighs. turning their head to the side, alva pried an eye open, the sight of their good boy a welcome start to the morning.  ‘ g’morning, ’  they mumbled,  ‘ how do you feel ? ’