Stan wasn't normally much of a morning person, but it hadn't been hard to get up this morning. Since his first fight with Meg, his dreams had been pretty rough- and, Merlin, poor Kevin!- but this morning he actually felt really good. Maybe that terrible shared dream Friday night somehow let him move on?
He moved quietly over to Millicent where she sat on the couch. "Hey," he said, "good morning." He blushed a little, remembering the dream he'd had last night.