*knock, knock*

"Raph?" Beat. "Adalida?" Beat. "It's too quiet in there! Wakey, wakey, breakfast call!"

My eye blinked open. "Go 'way, Mikey," I mumbled, shifting slightly against the wall. I looked to my right and found Addy still asleep, leaning on me. I smiled. It wasn't a dream... but maybe a dream come true. I had the sudden feeling of not wanting to let her go. "Addy?" I asked, quietly.

Her eyes opened little and she looked up at me, sleepily. "Morning already?"

"Yeah. You just slept through Mike's wake up call," I said. "You're a sound sleeper."

"Oh," she said, not really hearing what I'd said. She yawned and stretched, leaning against me a little more. "Ooh, this floor is hard..."

"Well, maybe we could share the bed instead of the floor tonight," I suggested, then instantly regretted it, realizing how it sounded. "Uh, I didn't mean it like that."

Adalida smiled at me. "I know what you really meant, Raphael, and it would definitely be more comfortable than this." She stretched again.

"Mike, stop poundin' on the door!"

I smirked. "As usual, Mikey's makin' his mornin' rounds. Guess Donnie's not a mornin' turtle anymore." There was another knock at our door. "We're comin', Mike, we're comin'," I called out, then stood and offered a hand to Addy and helped her up. We left the room so Addy could get breakfast... and I could wring Mike's neck.