Mornings After

There’s something holy about waking up next to someone you’ve slept next to all night

Their body all soft and warm and pliable from sleep

The innocence on their face, unbroken by life

The way your body would rather stay nestled next to theirs, so you hit snooze a few times

It’s magical.

Love at its purest.

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