John awoke for two reasons.
One was the sun shining into his face. In their hurry, neither he nor Rave had even considered closing the curtains and so the sun was glaring in through the window.
The second was that something was pressed against his chin. In his sleep-drunken state, he imagined that it was Rave. They would have a romantic waking up, her snuggled up to him, with a kiss to greet the morning. Only as he blinked awake and was about to press his lips onto her, did John realize that he had been half right. It was Rave. However, feet were not good at kissing.
Rave had turned around in her sleep. Completely. She was sprawled out over John in the most lovable mess imaginable. The foot finished dragging over his face. "Nooooo, Jimmie, stop building Michael Bay movies… they don't even taste good…," she mumbled. For future reference, John made a note of Rave being prone to a lot of motion during sleep. The talking nonsense he deemed as relatively normal.
