I wake up and the first thing I notice is that the sheet has slipped off, and I’m not wearing anything. I stretch, slowly, very slowly, feeling every cell in my body wake up.

The sun is already shining brightly, but I don’t want to get up. I want to lie here, feel the softness of the sheet against my skin, stroke my arm, my thigh, my stomach...

I want this morning to belong not just to me, but to us. I want you to know what I look like when I’ve just woken up—disheveled, sleepy, real.

If you woke up next to me, what would be the first thing you’d do? Tell me, honestly... 😏