Brooklyn - Taylor Swift

Part 20

I woke up, my eyes adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle golden glow that bathed the room in tranquillity.

As my gaze swept over the room, it landed on Taylor, nestled beside me, lost in a blissful slumber. The delicate contours of her face seemed to be sculpted by the gentle touch of sunlight, revealing a captivating beauty that surpassed mere appearance.

Her features appeared ethereal, and I found myself entranced by the way she seemed to radiate an inner light, illuminating the room with her presence.

There is no way she is real.

The tendrils of her hair cascaded like a waterfall of silk, caressing her shoulders and framing her face in a breathtaking display. Her hair is free and natural as it curls around her features, framing her perfect face. Each strand holds a tale of its own, whispering stories of adventures and memories woven into her life, stories I am dying to know.

I want to know everything about her.

In the soft rhythm of her breath, I found solace and a renewed appreciation for the life that pulsed within her. The rise and fall of her chest were a gentle reminder of the vitality that flowed through her veins. At that moment, I couldn't help but be grateful for the precious gift of her existence.

The weight that had burdened my shoulders for so long dissipated, replaced by a surge of energy that surged through me. It was as if the restful slumber had awakened not only my weary body but also my spirit. From the depths of my being, a warmth radiated outward, infusing my heart with a newfound clarity and purpose.

And so, as the morning light danced upon Taylor's serene face, I made a silent promise to cherish every precious moment, embrace the challenges ahead, and cultivate a love that would forever bloom in the garden of our souls.

With a gentle sigh, I reluctantly tore my gaze away from Taylor, my heart filled with a sense of awe and wonder - the day stretched out before us like a blank canvas, waiting to be painted with new experiences and cherished memories.

Eventually, I begrudgingly untangled myself from her embrace. I carefully manoeuvred myself out of bed, smiling when Taylor instantly curled around the pillow I had just used. Adorable.

Limping slightly, I made my way to the bathroom to freshen up, determined to make the most of this day and embrace the newfound happiness within me.

As I stood in front of the mirror, a change in my reflection caught my attention. There was a certain glow in my eyes, a radiance that seemed to emanate from deep within. A genuine sense of happiness and peace enveloped me for the first time in months.

I took my time getting ready, savouring the simple act of grooming myself as a form of self-care, nurturing both my body and spirit. With a very light layer of mascara, just enough to prove I did, in fact, have eyelashes and a tiny amount of tinted lip balm, I noticed the dark circles under my eyes had faded, a testament to the restful sleep I had finally received.

Emerging from the bathroom, towel-drying my hair, I found Taylor still sound asleep. I smiled as I watched her for a few more seconds before deciding to seize the opportunity. Today, I wanted to do something special for Taylor, to express how deeply she mattered to me.

With a gentle smile, I made my way to the kitchen, carefully navigating around the room, mindful of my injured ankle. It felt oddly liberating to be up and about, engaging in simple tasks without the weight of my worries pressing down on me. It had been a while since I had enough motivation to cook a meal for myself.

Rummaging through the pantry, I searched for ingredients to prepare a delicious breakfast. Scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh fruit seemed like the perfect way to start the day—a light yet nourishing choice. Plus, it seems to be the only thing in my fridge. Thank God for Lanie, who is definitely responsible for the food in my fridge right now.