I step through the front door, immediately kicking off my shoes and tugging off my expensively crafted blazer and hanging it up on the coat hanger beside the door. I lean down, grabbing the pair of shoes, that look like they would be worn at a funeral, and dropping them beside the coat hanger temporarily.

I walk towards the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, cracking it open and chugging it like it was nothing. I place it down on the kitchen counter before turning a corner into the living room where the TV is playing abnormally loud. Definitely you.

“You awake?” I call out and you peep your head over back of the couch. I smile and I walk around the couch, noticing your glass of red wine that’s on the floor because the table is at the ‘uncomfortable end of the couch’, your words. You turn your head to look at me and I smile impossibly wider, I don’t even know why. I think your presence is like a built in lobotomy or something.

You’re just so pure, like a serotonin boost that everyone needs in their life. You’re the centre of mine anyway. I notice you stare at my cheeks for way too long and I frown a little. “What’re you looking at?” I ask, which was a stupid question apparently because you immediately reply by pressing the tips of your index fingers into either side of my cheeks, directly in my dimples.

“Oh.” I say, the sound a little muffled from the pressure of your fingers. Some would say it’s a little weird, but I look up to almost everything you do because you’re my favourite person.