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feeling felicity |
| as morning light streams through sheer pale curtains, the smell of brewing coffee beans slowly makes its dance up winding stairs. a hesitant break from the sleeping world, feet touch the cold hardwood; regretfully soon. a long stretch followed by a pausing yawn, before trudging towards the door into a delicious scent. once hands wrap around the warmth of a mug filled with wakeup, the two share a hesitant, sleepy smile. |