The sun peeks through the blinds, and the kitchen smells like coffee. Two mugs sit side by side, steam curling up in lazy spirals. We move around each other easily no words, just the rhythm of knowing where the other will be.
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By the sink, our toothbrushes lean together, a little reminder of us. The teaching towels hang over the rack, worn and soft, carrying the tiny marks of mornings past.
You pour cream into my cup. You like yours black. We sip slowly, sometimes glancing at each other, sometimes lost in thought. There’s a quiet warmth in these small, ordinary things, a feeling that these mornings, these little routines is exactly where we belong.
Hi! I like to write and pretend I’m an author :D Here is my quote of the month- “I support America always and I Support my government when it deserves it.” -MT
