you belong somewhere you feel free

This to me does not yell man with a plan. This to me says man who is so desperate to love and be loved that he is digging his nails into the only thing he wants and clinging to it. Desperate enough that he'll stay up until four in the morning with his heart rabbiting in his chest and his mind spinning faster than the earth itself trying to come up with something, ANYTHING that lets him. Fucking. Keep. This.

But on a normal day? He thrives on routine SPECIFICALLY so that he does not have to plan shit. Mr. I Hired A Stylist pays people and his MAMA to do that for him. For the things that don't involve hockey or his brand deals, Mr. A Designer Bought These Pillows just trundles along behind his husband and goes where he's told no questions asked. He fucking LOVES to wake up in the morning and have every aspect of his day prepared for him. He loves to wake up and scroll his color-coded calendar and know exactly what's on the docket. He's got a routine that he does not deviate from if he can POSSIBLY help it and it looks a little something like:

wake up when the alarm goes off.

SOMETIMES: Sex with Ilya. Whatever Ilya decides.

If sex with Ilya: Shower (Unless the sex with Ilya was in the shower)

Smoothie

go on run when the alarm goes off.

Come home and drink exactly the amount of water in the bottle he prefilled before his jog

Do yoga until the alarm goes off

Shower

Meal prepped breakfast

Game Tape OR admin OR workout OR whatever Yuna's put on the schedule until the alarm goes off.

SOMETIMES: Sex with Ilya. Whatever Ilya decides.

Shower, if needed.

Meal prepped lunch

Pre-game nap

[INSERT HOCKEY HERE.]

Come home.

PROBABLY: Sex with Ilya. Whatever Ilya decides.

Eat meal prepped dinner.

Wind-down time until the alarm goes off.

SOMETIMES: Sex with Ilya. Whatever Ilya decides.

Bed