Uninvited Comfort

He groggily stretched his arms, yawned, and squinted at the time on his alarm clock. 6:59 am. The soft golden light of early morning spilled into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

“Who the hell is at my door by 7 AM?” he grumbled, his voice groggy from sleep. Rolling onto his side, he sat up and ran a hand through his tousled hair. “Who the fuck does that?”

Grumbling under his breath, he