

My fave kind of morning? The one where nothing happens⠀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 — 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? 😏💭