#warnes

" i feel like . . . sometimes, maybe i'm not just me. like maybe he broke something in my head and i'll never be able to piece it all back together. not fully. not really. "

Check this out ! I love this song.🤘

" i love you, "

" i thought i was doing the right thing. "

there is no wish to move at all. every muscle is relaxed, the warmth of him and the sheets wrapped around her, a cocoon around smaller frame. the thing waking her was not a bout of worry, it was not someone banging on the door or one of aaron's pesky alarms, but instead the soft hue of pink washing across the room. and she can feel him stirr next to her. ( silently, she is surprised she isn't waking up alone when it's this late. ) not that she know how late it is, but the sun is up, so definitely later than the time he usually get up. can feel his muscles shift, and nose crinkle ever so little, arm around slung across his abdomen tighten a little. not quite ready for him to leave. then, his voice wash across her and he isn't freaking out about the time. head lift and bright gaze slowly drift across him, curious perhaps. silently wondering for a few moments. " did you hit your head or something ? " oh, but she can't quite help it. he is always so peculiar about his routines. about the when and the where. every detail of his day, it's hashed out to perfection, where every minute, every second is used for something productive.

" my dog is cooler than your dog, "