i love your sleepy voice and the way you rub your eyes in the morning when you wake up, as if you are rubbing the sleep off of you and into the air. i love seeing you stretch and smile as if you’re still thinking of the sweet dreams you had. i love lying there and pretending nothing else exists but you.
love being trusted with “you cant tell anyone this” conversations and nodding a lot and forgetting everything they told me like god intended and going down as a trustworthy individual while doing literally zero work of ill or good
