the morning was almost relaxing, almost.

our bedroom was cool because of the ac and fans, but outside the light from the sky wasnt too bright, it was a bit of an overcast.

and as i look over i see you, still asleep, and i sigh gently and quietly as to not disturb you, thinking back on yesterday, how we lost El Clásico to our rival, Real Madrid

i remember how you cried and how down you were, so quiet