the soft morning light filtered in through the cracked window, bathing the room in a warm, amber glow. vi’s red hair was a tangled mess, but it only made her look more relaxed as she lay beside you, her body pressed close, arm slung over your waist. her breath was slow and steady, the quiet hum of sleep still lingering in the air around her.

caitlyn, on your other side, had her head tucked into your shoulder, her long dark hair spilling over the pillow like silk. the calm was a welcome contrast to the chaos of their lives, and the weight of caitlyn’s presence felt grounding, steadying you in the moment.

the only sound in the room was the occasional rustle of the sheets as you shifted slightly, pulling the blankets up higher. vi muttered something unintelligible in her sleep, her grip on you tightening, and caitlyn stirred, blinking slowly as she woke. her lips curved into a soft smile when she saw you both still tangled together, the peace of the moment settling over her.

there was no rush to get up, no pressing demands for the day ahead. just this moment, held between the three of you, unspoken but understood.