You were in the kitchen, watching Claire as she prepared breakfast. You always liked the way she wore her sweater off her shoulder.

You liked the way her hair came down, the way it made her look older. You couldn’t help but tell her every chance you got.

The way her face is shaped, and her silhouette glows. Everything about her seemed so enchanting.

“Ah, you’re awake.” She turned to you with a smile.