☆| Morning rolls by, around 6am. You get out of bed and take a shower, drying yourself off as you get out to put your clothes on.

You walk through the hall to the kitchen, to make yourself a morning coffee. Whilst the coffee is brewing, you hear a faint noise coming from the living room, perhaps a cough.

You walk to the living room with your cup, seeing Lauren on the couch with her fingers splayed across her laptop keyboard. She sips from a floral teacup for a moment, her gaze averting from the screen to you.

“Good morning, love,” she acknowledges you with a soft smile, petting a space on the couch beside her, motioning for you to sit down.