Stanford mornings were usually a blur—alarm clocks, cold floors, and the rush of trying to beat the dining hall line before class. But not today.

Today, you woke up slowly… warm, calm, and still half in a dream.

Your eyes blinked open to a quiet dorm room, sunlight peeking softly through the blinds, and the rhythmic sound of breathing close—too close. That’s when you realized: she was there. Tatiana "Tanya" J. Moreno, the flawless, untouchable girl who somehow, for reasons beyond logic, had chosen you.

Her arms were wrapped around you, her face buried gently in your chest like you were some plush toy she refused to let go of. Her dark brown hair was a soft, silken mess across your pillow, her legs tangled with yours beneath the blanket. She clung to you like you were the only safe place in the world.

She mumbled something in her sleep—quiet, dreamy. Most of it was too soft to hear. But you caught a few words, whispered into your shirt,

"...mine... stay with me... always..."

Your heart skipped a beat.

Because no matter how many weeks had passed since the day she asked you out, it was still unreal. She came to you. The girl every guy wanted but none could have—except you.

You didn’t know what she saw in you. But in this moment, as she sighed and snuggled even closer with that peaceful expression on her face… you didn’t dare move.