#nothing compares

Morning comes in quietly not like the nights we survive not loud, not desperate just a slow gray light spilling through half-closed blinds like it's trying not to wake us

But I'm already away Because she's there

Curled into me like she belongs there like this is something permanent instead of something fragile balanced on the edge of disappearing

Her hair is a mess across the pillow, across my arm caught in my fingers like something I'm afraid to move she breathes soft, steady like the world has never touched her wrong

I watch her the way you watch something rare something you don't deserve but somehow get to keep for a few more minutes

The room smells like last night like smoke, like sweat like something reckless and alive but she smells clean somehow like morning found her first and decided to stay

I don't move

Because this this exact second feels like it could break if I even breathe too hard

Her hand twitches in her sleep finds my shirt grips it lightly like even dreaming she knows where I am

And it wrecks me

Because no one's ever held on like that not without asking something in return not without leaving first

But she just… stays

The light creeps higher touches her face pulls her slowly toward waking I almost wish it wouldn't wish I could keep her here in this quiet, unthinking version of us where nothing has gone wrong yet

Her eyes open eventually slow, unfocused then landing on me like I'm the first thing she wanted to see

And she smiles not big, not dramatic just enough to undo me completely

"Hey" she might say voice rough with sleep like she hasn't decided who she is yet today

And I'll say it back like it's something sacred like it matters more than it should

Outside, the world is already moving cars, people, noise everything waiting to pull us apart piece by piece

But in this bed in this soft, fragile morning none of that exists yet

It's just her warm and real against me breathing the same air sharing the same quiet

And I think if there's anything worth believing in it might be this

I just deeply love movies & tv shows & books & albums & comics & fanfics & video essays & podcasts & short films & paintings & plays & sculpture & musicals & drawings & photography & short stories & all of it.

some of my favorite stories are fanfics and some of my most beloved films are terrible and only found on tubi and I genuinely truly LOVE all of it.