((You’re nezuko!))

Youre lying ‘asleep’ in your futon, your hair a mess and in your face. You hear your husband, Zenitsu and your 1 year old son, Toko giggling. You hear a door slide open and the shuffling of their socked feet inching closer. You feel the floor board creak and Toko put something in your hair, maybe a flower. You hear Zenitsu say ‘good job’ as Toko giggles