Fresh Baked Bread

@paper-lilypie I dunno if the characterizations are okay but I had this idea in my head all day today so...

The soft, warm rays of the early morning sun flickered through the curtain dancing across a light breeze. Through the partially open window you could hear the city crawling to life, still too early by most folks standards but the birds were chirping and shopkeepers were opening the shutters to greet the day...

And there you were, warm and cozy in bed with the delicious scent of fresh baked bread wafting up through the floorboards to tickle your nose and drive a burning sense of hunger into the pit of your stomach. That was when your eyes popped wide and you remembered just where you were and why... (and also why you were so dreadfully hungry; you hadn't eaten much since the start of this whole fiasco.)

You groaned and stretched languidly. What you wouldn't give for just one more blissful moment of that state between asleep and awake where your problems didn't exist.

The feeling of something soft but heavy dropped over your head and panic struck you in an instant. You began clawing for your very life until you wrangled yourself free of an... apron?

“Rise and shine sleepyhead!” The cheerful voice of your sunny husband rang out from behind you. You twisted violently in the sheets to turn and face him to find that he wasn't alone.

You eyed your second husband who was withdrawing his hands in an indicator that he'd been the one to unceremoniously drop the apron atop your head. “It's far past time for you to get to work.”

“Work? But I-”

“I know it's early, but you'll get used to waking up at dawn each day!” The sunny one chimed. “I hear most humans find that sort of thing rewarding.”

Dawn? Each day? Oh no, no, no, no...

“But I can't just-”

“And be quick about it.” Your lunar spouse spoke a bit less than delicately. “There's a lot to get done before we open in an hour...”