#event.oop

babe wasn’t mad at the power outage there was a sense of freedom to it, no obligations, just to wait it out. and in the morning it was still bright enough outside that opening the windows dimly lit the living room. the only downside she didn’t think about until the first morning without power was, no coffee machine = no coffee. she shuffled into the living room in her boyfriends sweats and fluffy socks, pulling the earlier riser into a hug to greet him but more so to steal his warmth. her hands slid under arlo’s shirt to warm her cold hands as she pouted slightly “i want coffee”