Morning Cuddle Plea

The camera maintains a high-angle overhead shot. The woman's fingers, clutching the corner of the blanket, unconsciously rubbed against the pillow. Then, she sleepily lifted her head, her gaze looking up at the camera with an undisguised longing. She gently rubbed against the pillow, her face, which had been buried, slightly peeking out, feigning a sleepy, reluctant-to-get-out-of-bed expression. She stretched out her arms towards the camera, her fingers making a few grasping motions in the morning light. She then curled up further under the covers, and in that characteristic, hoarse, slightly grumpy nasal voice, softly hummed, "The light... is so bright... (yawn) I don't want to get up, can you sleep a little longer with me..." The last syllable drifted away, muffled by the clear chirping of birds outside the window.