I wake the next morning and rise off his shoulder. I smile because I am in his arms. I kiss his cheek and smile wider when his eyes open. "Morning." I say.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I went to confront noisy neighbours, only to find the windows dark, stuck with two notes. The ghost, too, had "gone fishing". Something still whistled. — Liminality
