I wanna sleep over and wrap up in your flannel :3

You notice the amateur softness of the scene immediately — flannel pooling open, barely held together, framing what's underneath like a gift you're not sure you're allowed to unwrap yet.

You want to press your face into that fabric, breathe in the warmth still caught in it, feel the contrast between soft cotton and softer skin beneath your hands.

You already know you wouldn't sleep much — you'd spend the night tracing every curve, pulling that flannel aside inch by inch, learning the body underneath it the way you learn something you intend to keep.