Mondays don't have to be so bad hehe

Monday morning light cuts through the blinds, and there she is — unhurried, warm, still wearing last night's confidence like a second skin.

You catch yourself staring longer than you meant to, tracing the curve of her shoulder, the lazy stretch of her body against rumpled sheets that smell like sleep and something sweeter.

She glances back at you with that half-smile, the one that makes the alarm irrelevant, the commute forgettable, the whole grinding week suddenly negotiable. Yeah — Mondays can wait.