𝘓𝘢 𝘝𝘪𝘦 𝘌𝘯 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦.
𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, ‘𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦-𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴.
the fresh spring air drifts through the open window, the linen curtains ever so slightly blowing. the morning sun is casting a golden ray about the kitchen, warm & inviting, as the scent of the newly bloomed hyacinths mixes with the sweet smell of blueberry pancakes. taking a deep inhale of breath, you feel at ease — a peaceful bliss washing over you, something you’ve never felt before — when you hear it.
the soft song playing from the kitchen — the dreamy notes of la vie en rose reaches your ears as you walk toward the sound.
standing in the kitchen mixing pancake batter illuminated in the golden sunlight — you see her.
she turns to look at you with that smile — the one that makes it feel as though a thousand monarch butterflies were let loose in your stomach — the sunlight creating a halo of warmth & happiness around her as she holds her hand out towards you.
your hand in hers — the perfect fit — she dances with you in your kitchen. twirling around with you while humming along to la vie en rose. a peaceful warmth spreads throughout your body as your smile matches hers. she pulls you in closer as you rest your head on her shoulder — eyes closed, you know your home will always be her.
𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦
