He was having a fantastical dream, he was warm and safe and Mummy Verty was there, and Papa Monty was awake and he was enjoying it terribly when he felt a soft hand on his shoulder and he slowly woke up, tugging his thumb from his mouth and sigh-moaning before his eyes batted slowly open.
When he saw Mummy Verty he almost jumped though. He sniffed and sat up slightly, trying to move more proper, but his tired little muscles made it a slow movement. "I'm sorry Mummy Verty, I was in the chair first!" He said weakly, he knew he wasn't supposed to get in Papa Monty's bed.