Sylvie Imagines

Surreal

The door slowly drifts shut, leaving you with peace. Allowing you to embrace the morning breeze. 

Everyone was getting ready for their day. They were opening their windows, taking a brisk walk, an watering their plants. 

It all felt surreal to you.

One day you were figting for your rights to live in bliss with your wife, and the next, you were down by a long table with two seats close together. 

You smiled. Even if it were a weird change of events, it was still better than how you used to live. 

"Isn't it better to wake up early?" You hear her accent as she slides coasters on your table. Green sparks fading by as the coffee levitates down the mat. 

"I think I want to lay in bed again," 

"That's too bad because you're stuck doing this morning routine with me," Sylvie situated herself beside you, placing her hand on your thigh. 

Her thumb slowly rolls back and forth as the pair watch their entertainment slowly arise. The sunrise. 

When you finally took down the TVA, gaining the timeline you wanted to live in with Sylvie, the first thing you saw was the crack of dawn. 

"I remember that too," She spoke softly, reading your mind about the sky, and dawn. 

"You said you wouldn't go through my head without my permission," You tossed your head to meet her eyes, removing your attention to the slow, growing light by the east. 

Her tender smile only made you pout, "I didn't have to see through your mind," She scrunched her nose, "I saw it all on your face. The relief, comfort, love," 

"Love for what?" You poked her nose, "The sunset?" You posed as senseless, making her roll her eyes — in a playful way. 

"Lost your head? Obviously, me," 

"Really?" You feigned innocence. 

"Of course, I'm your wife," 

"I never knew I could get such lovely wife, and intelligent, and especially beautiful," You pressed her palm to your cheek. 

Your laughing rang through as she faked a gag, "I hate too much sugar," 

"You literally have a sweeth tooth, Syl," You blithely gave her a dirty look.

"Do I?" You disclosed the repetitive, rather sugary argument with a peck on Sylvie's lips. 

"Shut up, my wife," She twinkled every time you share a kiss with her and vice versa, "We're gonna miss the sunset," 

"Yes, the thing you admire more than me," She jestered as you pushed your chair a little closer to her. Feeling her arms wrap around your waist. 

"Oh, don't worry. I still admire you," 

A kiss on your neck made your cheeks turn red as a rose as you watch the peachy sunrise with relaxation. 

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