SoraWalked the candlelit apartment in the slippers tonight in the long silk robe. Just the candles and me, the way it gets when I am thinking about you specifically. Come over, the door is the unlocked kind 🕯️
SoraNew deep berry lipstick. Applied slowly at the candlelit vanity in the soft slip tonight. Saved it for the kind of night that asks for it, which tonight is. Come over before it touches the wine glass. I want it on for you first 💄
SoraBath drawn, soft white robe on, the playlist that knows me playing low, headphones on the small bench beside the tub. The kind of night I usually host alone. Tonight I want company. Be the company 🎶
SoraSlept in late this morning in the soft cream camisole. The coffee is on the night-table for two and the curtains are doing the thing the light only does at this hour. Come back to bed. The morning is mine, and I want it to be ours 🌅
SoraNew lingerie set arrived this evening. Standing at the candlelit mirror in the soft champagne satin slip. The fit is the point and the fit is right. Come over before I change. I want you to see this version of the slip first ✨
SoraWalked to the darkened apartment window at night in the long silk robe. The streetlight noticed, in the way streetlights do. I want you to be the one who notices next time. Come over, the robe is the soft one 🌃
SoraBedroom is candlelit. The kettle is on for two. Standing in the silk robe holding the small porcelain cup. The night is the honest kind, the kind I have been hoping you would walk into. Door is the unlocked kind 🕯️
SoraSlept in the cream sheets that still smell like you from last week. Did not change them. Could not. Lying in the soft slip in the morning light thinking about the next time you come over. Make it soon 🛏️
SoraBedroom window open. The night is warm, the kind that smells like the city in summer. Standing in the soft slip with the single candle burning on the dresser. The night is the right shape for the right person 🕯️
SoraLate afternoon nap. The rumpled cream sheets are honest about how late it got. I am in the satin slip with my hair on the pillow. Come over. The bed is the warm kind. I will not change it 🛌
SoraBath bomb fizzed for ten minutes in the rose-petal water. So did I, more or less, wrapped in the soft white robe on the edge. The candle on the shelf is doing the thing I like. Get in, the second towel is warming 💦
SoraNew long satin opera gloves arrived. Standing at the candlelit bedroom mirror pulling them on slowly. Tried them on twice. The mirror approved. Come over. I want you to be the one who takes them off ✨
SoraStepped out of the dress at midnight in the soft warm bedroom light. The day finally surrendered. Sitting on the edge of the bed in the silk slip with my hair down, looking at the phone, hoping the right message comes through ⏳
SoraSunday in the soft bed reading the new novel in the cream satin pyjamas. The sheets are messy in the right way. I marked the page I want you to read first. Come climb in, the second pillow is for you 📖
SoraSunday morning. No alarms set. The cream linen pyjamas are on. The light is good. The bed is wide enough for two and I have the side closest to the window. Stay a while. I am not making plans 🛏️
SoraLate shift just ended. Wrapped in the fluffy white robe beside the candlelit bath, the wine on the rim. The kind of evening that earns the rest. The second glass is poured and I want you to be the reason I never get into the water 🛁
SoraWalked to the candlelit vintage mirror in the new long ivory silk robe. Twice, because the second time felt different. Come over and tell me which version was the right one. I think it was the second 🪞
SoraNew champagne satin pyjamas. The set with the matching robe, of course. Standing in the sunny bedroom in both. The seamstress understood. Come over, I want you to be the one who sees this set in the right light first 🌹
SoraQuiet rain morning at the sunny window seat in the soft cream robe with the tea cup. The kind of slow that earns the day. The second cup is on the saucer next to me. Come sit, you do not have to say anything for the first ten minutes ☕
SoraLate dinner alone at the candlelit dining table in the soft silk robe tonight. The wine glass knows my name by now. The chair across from me is empty on purpose. Come over, I have not even cut the bread yet 🍷
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