(I thought it was the day after... But I'd probably end up sitting around the house the whole time, so yes.)
Ivan finished his shower, quietly got dressed to avoid waking Scarlet, and climbed into bed.
Waking up draped in the curtains of the sun's first rays, Ivan sprung out of bed. He double-checked his closet to make sure he still had his tuxedo, then merrily drifted into the kitchen. The house was filled with the irresistable scent of gourmet cooking as Ivan experimented with a new breed of breakfast.