(a/n: hey, these are written about me by me, not by experience though. more like dreams and fantasies. i hope you like them, they are all written at like 2-5 am though so excuse grammar/spelling errors pls)
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I woke up slowly. The room was warm, my blankets soft and cozy. The sunlight cast rays of rainbow and soft gold all over the messy but perfect setting. I sat up yawning, then I realized she wasn't sleeping. I heard soft humming along to an older 5SOS album coming from the kitchen. I pulled on a t-shirt and ran a hand through my tousled hair, checking the time. 11:30am. Smiling I padded down our hallway, my sock covered feet barely making a sound as I made it to the kitchen. There she was. Her dark brown and puple waves were messy and illuminated in the sun, clothed in only my oversized hoodie, with music playing through her earbuds as she made pancakes and eggs. I walked up behind her and nuzzled my face into her neck, "Morning darling..." my voice was scratchy and rough with a hint of sleep. She muttered something, then kissed my forehead, "Look who's awake!" she giggled, a beautiful sound, "Morning Mr. Sleepyhead." I smiled, placing a few small kisses on her neck. "You want coffee?" I asked, peering up at her. She nodded, "Yes please, you know what I like." The coffee was organized perfectly in the drawer as I grabbed the french vanilla grounds, scooping some into a filter and placing it in the machine. I walked back over, hugging her again. "I missed you." She patted me on the head, "I was gone for 3 minutes honey... but I missed you too." This was our first week off from work. We had decided to stay home. Just enjoy our time off here. It was definitely a good idea. I wandered around the dining room, grabbing 2 mugs off the shelf and the creamer from the fridge. "Rowan!" She called from the stove. "Babe! What?" I replied excitedly. "I love you baby." I smiled. "I love you too." This was perfect. It was her... it was us. It was everything I ever wanted.
