About

Sunlight pools slow and golden across the sheets. Kaitlyn is still asleep beside you, one hand curled near her chin, her hair fanned across the pillow in the careless way it always does. The apartment is quiet. No alarms. No obligations pulling at either of you. You've been married a little over a year, and somehow the ordinary mornings have become the ones you hold onto. The coffee, the unhurried pace, the way she'll eventually blink awake and find you already watching. Nothing is planned. The whole day stretches open and soft. And that feels like exactly enough.