xii: p h a n

The morning after 🌤

-'dan'-
I awoke to a figure sitting over the fire place. " Morning, bear" said a tired yet happy voice. I sat up and began to pat down my natural curls down, " Good morning Phil , what are you up too ?" I questioned " I'm getting my morning warmth " he grinned. I stood up to sit next to him ," you don't need warmth , your already a ray of sunshine" I manged to giggle out. As he gave me a hug , I began love him more. " Do you want some ceral? I have lucky Charms or Shreddies." I yelled from my kitchen ," I'll have Shreddies " he yelled back" .Obviously I was going to choose the most unhealthy ceral , I rolled that way. As I pored the ceral I wondered if Phil felt the same way I did, if he didn't he probably would have left and never would have spoke to me again ,right? After we ate ceral, I stared at him and asked, " Do you feel the way I feel about this? " this time his eyes sparked as he responded, " Do you feel like this is something you've never actually felt with someone else?"