Point de vue d'une petite amie paresseuse et câline restant au lit dans la lueur du matin.

The camera maintains a high-angle overhead shot. The woman's fingers clutching the corner of the quilt unconsciously stroke the pillow; then she lifts her head with sleepy eyes, looking up at the camera innocently with undisguised affection. She gently nuzzles the pillow, revealing her face that was buried in it, making an expression of not being fully awake and not wanting to get up. She stretches her arms towards the camera, her fingers grasping at the air in the morning light, her body arching comfortably under the covers. Using that unique, hoarse nasal voice with a hint of morning grumpiness, she softly whines: "The light... is so bright... (yawn) I don't want to get up, stay and sleep with me a little longer..." The trailing voice carries a dreamlike haziness, drifting away amidst the crisp chirping of birds outside the window.