Daybreak

I just love the fact that I wake up during Fridays and see you in my bed, possibly staring at me while I'm still asleep. I would usually swear the moment I see your face but deep down I feel like it's the best way to start my day.

I just love how you say 'Good morning' and I try to say it back with my coarse, Fred Weasley morning voice that according to you sounds sexy.

I just love that even when we're both awake we could just lay there, and it's the only time that I could feel the comfort of silence.

Most of all, I just love how you don't really care that I haven't brushed my teeth.

Refuge

I have always been a cave woman, and was never fond of going to places that are far away from home. I don’t want to lose that sense of comfort, of security and belonging. Anywhere but here feels so strange and scary.

But maybe, when they said that home may not be a place, or a special spot, that it might be a person, I couldn’t help but think and somehow agree to some extent.

So far, I have never been more at home than my own home than with you.

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