You wake up to the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains, a muted light that tells you the fall sky is clouded but calm. The air feels cool against your skin as you stretch under the warmth of the blankets. Next to you, Tom stirs, his arm loosely draped over your waist. His hair is messy, his eyes still heavy with sleep as he smiles lazily at you.

“Morning, love,” he murmurs, his voice raspy, matching the cozy atmosphere.

You smile back, leaning into his warmth. "Morning. It feels like fall today."

Tom chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Perfect day to get some autumn stuff for the house."

You nod, the thought of turning his place into a fall haven bringing a spark of excitement to your morning. After a leisurely breakfast, you both throw on sweaters—Tom in a plaid jacket that complements the season, you in a soft knit that keeps you warm against the slight chill in the air.

The drive to the store is peaceful, with the streets lined with trees just beginning to show hints of orange and yellow. The conversation flows easily, a mix of plans for the day and light teasing about Tom’s lack of decoration skills.

“I don’t see why we need all these pumpkins,” he jokes, nudging you with a grin as you reach for yet another decorative gourd.

“Because it’s fall,” you counter playfully. “And your house needs some character."

He pretends to grumble but grabs a few more anyway, eyes softening when they meet yours. The cart fills quickly with fall-themed candles, plaid blankets, wreaths, and small pumpkins.