as you step into the kitchen, rubbing your tired eyes, i admire how cute you look in your pjs, messy hair and and slumped posture. leaning tall against the counter, my eyes are fixated on you even as i sip from my morning coffee. “you look like you slept well.” i jest, the change in lighting from your dim bedroom to the sunlit kitchen is clearly straining your eyes, like a little vampire who’s just been introduced to sunlight. i smile warmly at the sight of you all undone