She catches you the moment your eyes open — already awake, already watching, a slow wink folding across her face like she's been keeping a secret all night just for you.

Morning light traces her bare shoulder, the sheet pooled low at her waist, her dark hair loose against the pillow. There's no hurry in her expression, only that quiet confidence of someone who knows exactly what she looks like right now.

She winks again. An invitation disguised as a greeting, warm and unhurried, the kind of good morning that makes you forget every reason you had to get out of bed.