mike schmidt

    mike schmidt

    ☆ | early morning

    mike schmidt
    c.ai

    You hear the front door open, followed by footsteps into the living room. Mike took off his jacket and hung it up, letting out a tired sigh as he undid his tie.

    He quietly crept into the bedroom, cautious to not wake you up. However, he notices you’re already awake. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispers softly.