Every morning, it's the same thing...and you never get sick of it.
You turn off the alarm on your dresser to the right, and on your left you can already feel her stirring. She might do her little staccato snort, as you reach over and grab at whatever you make contact with. It's usually her tits, there's about an 80% chance that's what you'll run into first.
And she'll reach down and try to get your motor running, if it isn't already. She swings one leg over you and sits up, still groggy but ready for the morning ritual, the one she seems to need a lot more than you, not that you're complaining.
And then it happens, the moaning, the grunting, the braying, the clenching, the warmth...and she'll lean forward and stroke your cheek, before you both hop out of bed to go shower together.