I'm always happy when I wake up in the morning

You notice the cute curve of a sleepy smile before anything else, the kind that makes your chest tighten before your brain fully catches up.

You want to stay in this moment — the warm light catching bare skin against rumpled sheets, the lazy stretch of a body not yet ready to face the world, every soft line asking you to come closer.

You feel the pull low in your stomach, something urgent underneath the tenderness, wanting to press your mouth to that exposed collarbone and make the morning last much longer.