{ waking up to honey colored clouds outside his window, julius curls an arm underneath his pillow to bring the warmth of it closer, shutting out the 18th of november air. on any other day he would’ve gotten up immediately to make breakfast, but today is a special day, so he lays in bed until the clock strikes twelve. but even then, when midday has arrived, he does not undress from his pyjamas but rather greets the day together with it, feeling relaxed and peach colored when he arrives inside the kitchen, feet bare, pants gathering at his ankles.
it is his birthday, so a special type of birthday boy breakfast is appropriate, and julius spends a good fifteen minutes chopping fruit into a fruit salad and making scrambled eggs. once finished he finds himself curled onto the couch in the living room, hot tea against his leg, draped in a thick blanket to keep the fuzzy warmth inside his body… he puts on the moomins on the tv, and celebrates his morning by himself. of course, if anyone decided to join him, he would not mind… }
