Mar 16
slow mornings that entail your arms wrapped around his torso and your nose buried into his shirt as you inhale the scent of your laundry softener because he has spent days in your home. he rests a big hand on your arm and smiles as he says, “good morning, sleepyhead. i’ve been waiting for you.” and flips a pancake over
#bitten plum#something something your routine slowly being etched into his brain as you welcome him into your sacred space (your home)#something something him knowing when you’ll wake up — that you’ll wake hungry because of last night’s activities#ouuuh#sucker and forever lover for domesticity and vulnerability#of*#goodnight i’m feeling sleepy#a little soggy as well ueueueue#love you bunches
