you wake from the sunrise leaking through the windows, the orange and yellow light shining down on the floors and our bed. the birds chirping sounds like heaven as you get out of bed feeling groggy, your hair in a messy bun in your pajamas as you walk downstairs. you hit the bottom step and have to stop a second to breath in the deliciousness that floated in the air, you look into the kitchen to find your husband cooking some breakfast, wearing his dress pants and his white button up shirt.
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