Good morning

She catches you before the day has a chance to claim her — hair loose, skin still warm from the sheets, that particular softness in her eyes that exists only in the first few minutes of morning light.

The way she looks at you through the screen makes the distance feel like something you could reach across. Bare shoulders, a slow smile forming at one corner of her mouth, completely unhurried.

This is what it would feel like to wake up next to her — that quiet, unguarded version of a person before the world gets in.