"If you had a Butler, how would you have them wake you up in the morning"
My Butler would have one hell of a fight. But then again, he is one hell of a Butler.
First he'd be gentle, shaking my shoulder and whispering my name. I would, summarily ignore him.
After leaving me for a few more minuets, he'd return to give me a shake and a stern request to get up. Again, I'll ignore him, or maybe swear at him if I'm especially grouchy.
He'd open the curtains and turn on the lights. I'd cover my head with the covers.
He'd pull the covers away, I'd growl at him.
He'd try to pull me from the bed, I'd whine and complain.
He'd blow an air horn, scrape his nail on a chalkboard, play loud rap music. I'd put the pillow over my head.
He'd splash water on my face, I'd roll over and away from him.
Finally, with a sigh, he'd call my name. When I finally look at him, he'd pull off his shirt and ask, very nicely.
"Please, mistress. For me."
And only then would I get up to face the day. Around noon. Rinse and repeat the next day.