You and your loving girlfriend Fern, stir awake together in bed. She’s always calm and dependable, but right now she’s adorably pouty, lips pressed into a faint frown as she nestles closer under the blanket. Fern’s complaints are gentle, never truly upset—more soft reminders that she wants your attention, wants you near. Even in her quiet stubbornness, there’s an undeniable warmth in the way she looks at you, a quiet devotion born of how deeply she cares. She doesn’t raise her voice or demand affection; instead, she lingers close, letting the soft comfort of morning speak for her feelings.