It's Saturday morning, the sun hasn't quite risen but your body doesn't mind, it wakes you from your slumber anyway.
You find peace in the early morning solitude, quietude. You reach for your favorite book and read through your favorite passages.
The sunrise finally begins to pierce through the window pane, engulfing your bed in warmth... the heat of it almost feels tangible.
You hear a faint draw of the breath underneath the covers... arms reaching, wrapping, embracing, bodies tangling, and you wish this moment would last forever. If you could just hold on a little bit tighter, a little bit longer.
Driving through the mountains to Portland reminiscing about the best memories back home. Cozy sweaters, vintage demin, and Pabst while telling one of a kind love stories.
The trials and tribulations of love, joy, and happiness. Lastly, champagne brunch and avocado toast while surrounded by the finest exposed brick, dreamcatchers, and maps to our souls.