middle aged women; imagines

{Sarah Paulson} The Simple Joys of Us

The early morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of your cozy New York apartment, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. It was a Saturday, and the city outside was still quiet, wrapped in the serene lull of a weekend dawn. You lay in bed, the soft hum of Sarah's gentle breathing beside you a comforting reminder of the life you had built together

You had met Sarah years ago through mutual friends, and from the moment your paths crossed, there was an undeniable spark. Over time, that spark had grown into a deep, abiding love

Now, as you lay beside her, her presence felt like the perfect end to a busy week and the beginning of a blissful weekend

Sarah shifted slightly, her arm draped across you, and you could feel her warmth even through the layers of blankets. She stirred, blinking sleepily as she gradually became aware of the day. Her soft smile was one of your favorite sights, and as she opened her eyes, they met yours with a mix of affection and sleepiness

"Morning," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep

"Good morning," you replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face "How did you sleep?"

"Like a baby," she said with a contented sigh, nuzzling closer to you "I love waking up next to you."

You smiled, your heart swelling with happiness "I love waking up next to you too."

For a few moments, you lay there in silence, simply enjoying the closeness, The world outside seemed a distant concern and in that quiet cocoon of morning, it felt as if nothing else mattered

Sarah's stomach growled, breaking the peaceful silence. She chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with mischief "I guess that means breakfast is calling"

You laughed, nodding in agreement. "How about we make it a brunch kind of morning? We can have pancakes, bacon, and everything delicious"

Sarah's eyes lit up at the thought. "Sounds perfect. Let's make it a special breakfast."

You slipped out of bed, stretching and shaking off the remnants of sleep

Sarah watched you with a fond smile, propped up on one elbow as you headed to the kitchen. The apartment, though small, had a welcoming charm, with its eclectic mix of vintage and modern décor
It was the kind of place where you could create countless memories, and you had done just that over the years

As you busied yourself with preparing breakfast, Sarah joined you in the kitchen, her presence a warm and comforting reminder of your shared life

She took charge of setting the table, her movements graceful and efficient

"Need any help?" she asked, her tone playful

"Just keep doing what you're doing," you replied, handing her a stack of plates. "The table's looking great"

Sarah's eyes sparkled with delight as she arranged the plates and cutlery "You're making me hungry just with the smell of these pancakes. I might need to help myself to a little taste"

You laughed, playfully swatting at her as she reached for a pancake. "Save some for the rest of us"

As the pancakes sizzled on the stove and the aroma filled the apartment, you and Sarah chatted about your plans for the day

It was a rare day off for both of you, a chance to simply enjoy each other's company without the pressures of work or social commitments

"I was thinking," Sarah said, her voice thoughtful, "that we could take a walk in the park later. It's supposed to be a beautiful day"