• kmbwrites 35w

    The butterflies in my stomach serve as a soft wake up call.
    I grin crookedly into my pillow as the morning light cheerfully pours in through once inconsequential windows, now radiating a charming warmth throughout the room.
    It’s easier, now that you’re here. Not just to wake up, but to simply just “be”.
    Please, oh please. Don’t leave.