i had to fly to London for a photoshoot and to do a small pregame thing for arsenal mens soccer, and of course, i brought you with me

the flight was long and when we landed i immediately got busy, but now it was our first night, in our small cozy and clean hotel room, we were jetlagged, the kind that made sleep impossible because our inner clocks were off.

we did everything, went on a walk, took s hot shower, took a bath, tried, and failed, at meditation, played a couple rounds of card games, and now we were here, on the bed, facing eachother, the bedside lamp creating a warm and intimate atmosphere, in pajamas, playing another round of uno, with less energy, but enough to keep up from the warmth of sleep, the bedside clock shone the numbers: 1:27 am

but i couldn’t be mad, how could i, staying up late, talking, or not talking, or doing anything was always warmer with you, even now, both exhausted, but happy

“we should stay up more often” i suggest softly with a small smirk