Good morning ;)

She catches you half-awake, morning light cutting across the sheets in thin gold lines. Her hair falls loose, one strap slipping off her shoulder like it was never meant to stay.

You feel the warmth before anything else — the lazy pull of her gaze, the way she tilts her chin just enough to let you know she's been watching you sleep.

This is the version of morning nobody warns you about. Unhurried, close, her fingers tracing the edge of the pillow where your head just was.