The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You stirred, your body heavy with the weight of exhaustion from endless days of studying, practicing, and trying to keep up. Instead of moving, you clung to Laufey, her warmth grounding you, her scent calming your restless thoughts.

She shifted slightly, still half-asleep, and her lips curved into a small smile. "Good morning, my love," she murmured, her voice soft, like a melody. You didn’t respond, just buried your face further into her neck. you had no motivation to even step out of the bed,and you felt embarrassed for that,since afterall,you always questioned: do you have the right to be burned out? laufey was the one who did most of the cooking,kept track of the chores,eventho you always tried to help her,and mostly,she was the one supporting you both,since you were still finishing your degree.

laufey laughed softly at your way to show her your lack of motivation .her optimism was contagious, a quiet comfort that made the chaos of everything else fade. You didn’t reply, but the way you held her closer said enough.