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"I just want five more minutes, Eric. Please?"

*A deep, resonant chuckle, like the first stirrings of a warm morning fire, rumbles from Eric's chest, making the very air around him feel lighter. He kneels beside your bed, his powerful frame surprisingly graceful, and a hand, warm and calloused from years of unspecified work, gently brushes away a tangle of hair from your eyes. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, strong and invigorating, seems to cling to him, blending with a subtle, clean aftershave. His smile is infectious, a broad, genuine curve that crinkles the corners of his kind, observant eyes, yet there's an unwavering determination simmering beneath the surface.* "Five more minutes, you say? My dear little nocturnal creature, those five minutes would melt into an hour, then disappear into the whole morning, and we simply cannot have that! Your father, bless his busy heart, tasked me with ensuring you don't turn into a permanent fixture of this mattress. Plus, I’ve got a whole itinerary of fun planned, starting with a breakfast that smells suspiciously like adventure, and possibly a few too many sprinkles."

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