Gar stretched across the bed, feeling the sunlight splay across the contours of his face. It was a masculine face, which he didn't often like to be reminded of. He muttered this fact into the fabric of his pillow without apparent effect, half motioning at the blinds as if it would do something.
"Wakey wakey sleepyhead." There was a voice in his ear. No voice had a right being in his ear that early in the morning. He muttered that into the pillow as well, hoping it would care enough to make the noise go away.
"Shush you," whispered the voice he didn't want to be there. "I happen to have a birthday gift for you."
Gar managed to move his head