It's seven a.m. and I don't want to wake up. Yet, here I am, thinking about everything around me, processing whether I'm dead or not. I'm not. I smell coffee from downstairs, must be Carla, she's a great roommate but we're more good friends than "just roommates" now. I grab my phone and head downstairs. She's gorgeous, I've never realized this until now, the way the early morning light hits her eyes and hair just make her seem like an angel. I get a twisty feeling in my stomach, like first date butterflies. My phone dings and it's Miles, my boyfriend. I try to shake the feeling off. I pick up my phone to to see the text, "Hey, Babe!". I respond with a simple "hey love".
