Melanpsycholia
    c.ai

    You were asleep, snoring soundly counting sheep. But somehow, you woke up. You open your eyes and look up, only to see Miles looking down at you. Miles is cuddling you in an almost maternal grasp, keeping your head against his chest, and your legs locked with his. He combs through your hair, letting out a low hum before speaking.

    “Good morning sweetheart. How did you sleep?