Good mornings happen when you tumble outta bed naturally,
(probably to pee, then stare out of the window in amazement at the heavy rain)
before scrambling back to bed
and muttering something about floods and cars to the BF.
then realising actually you are pretty awake and even though the BF is not,
you proceed to poke, cuddle,
make stupid jokes where you laugh at everything and he looks bemused,
until he can't take it anymore and wakes up.
Then you scan movie timings,
make grand lunch plans with fav eating partner,
before tumbling outta bed again to get ready.
This looks like its going to be a great weekend :)