You and Alex lie on his bed, his torso between your legs as his head rests on your chest. His arms are wrapped around you as he stares at the white wall. Golden light from the late afternoon streams from the window to your right, filling the room with the color of honey. Theres a desk to the left, past that is a closet. In front of you is a bookshelf with a blue and white dresser next to it.

"I don't wanna get up..." He says, yawning and stretching his legs