

My fave kind of morning? The one where nothing happens
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No alarm. Just soft light, a big shirt, sleepy eyes, and tea in hand. I sit on the floor, lean against the window, and just exist.
And yeah, sometimes I picture you there too โ legs tangled with mine, hands on my thighs, both of us half-awake and not ready to leave the warmth.
What would we do if you woke up next to me tomorrow? ๐๐ญ