HattieHosted dinner at home tonight. Six friends around the soft warm-lit table. Pasta, the wine ran out, the conversation did not. The empty chair at the end is yours. Come for the seventh round, you arrive when you arrive 🍷
HattieSunday at the sunny bakery window with the cinnamon roll and the coffee. No agenda, no calendar, no rush. The chair across from me has been empty for an hour. Come fill it, I am keeping it warm 🥐
HattiePicked up the takeout from the corner spot tonight. The owner waved like we are family by now. Walking home in the soft jacket with the paper bag. The second container is for you, in case you are nearby 🥡
HattieSunday morning in the sunny window seat in the cashmere robe. Coffee, the Sunday Times, the slow easy thing. The other half of the cushion is yours. Come over, you do not have to read the paper, you can just be here 📰
HattieLong bath tonight in the soft white robe. Salt scrub, soft music, the steam doing the thing. The hour was earned. The candle on the shelf is the one you said you liked. Come over before the water cools 🛁
HattieNew running shoes arrived this morning. Tested them on the bay loop at dawn in the athletic gear. They held. I am at the apartment doorstep now, sweat-bright in the way you said you liked. Come over before I shower ⚡
HattieSunday cooking marathon at the sunny kitchen counter. Three meals prepped in the small glass containers. The week is set. The extra container at the back is for you, when you finally come over for the dinner I keep promising 🍱
HattieWalked the park at golden hour in the soft cardigan. The light was generous, the kind that makes the rest of the day feel small. I was thinking about you between the trees. Walk it with me next time 🌅
HattieLong walk through the tree-lined neighbourhood in the soft trench coat. The autumn leaves are doing their thing in the way that makes me want to call someone. I was thinking about you the whole loop 🍂
HattieNew leather notebook arrived this afternoon. Writing in it at the sunny apartment desk with the fountain pen. The pages smell like Sunday afternoons. The first page is your name in the careful script I only use for things that matter 📓
HattieLong workout at the gym in the athletic gear. The shoulders held, the legs are tired in the right way. Standing outside drinking the green smoothie. I want you to see me like this at least once a week. Come run with me Saturday 💪
HattiePicked the seasonal flowers at the corner shop today. Yellow tulips, of course. Walking down the sunny street holding the bouquet, doing the soft warm smile I do when I am thinking about putting them in the second vase, the one closest to where you sit 🌷
HattieSunday afternoon nap on the soft couch. The tabby picked the spot on my lap, of course. The light through the window is doing the thing. The cushion next to me is yours. Come over, do not say anything, just lie down 🐈
HattieSunday brunch with the friends at the café. The pancakes are still warm and the seat next to me is empty on purpose. I keep glancing at the door, in the way you do when you are hoping for the right person to walk in 🥞
HattieCooking the new pasta recipe from scratch tonight at the sunny stove. The kitchen smells the way you would want a kitchen to smell. I saved you a plate, even though I do not know exactly when you are coming. Come hungry 🍝
HattieNew fitted cream silk blouse arrived. The colour was the right call, the way it sits in the sunny apartment mirror. Took the photo I will only send to you. Tell me if I should keep it on for the evening 🤍
HattieSaturday morning yoga on the mat in the sunny park at dawn. The sun did the warming, the class did the rest. Walking home now in the athletic gear. Come meet me at the corner cafe in twenty minutes 🧘♀️
HattieSaturday at the indie bookshop. Picked up three hardcovers, one of which is for you, because I saw it on the table and thought of the conversation we had two weeks ago. Come over, I will give it to you in person 📚
HattieLong bath tonight in the soft white robe. Lavender salts, the candle the friend gave me for my birthday lit on the shelf. The hour is mine. I will spend half of it thinking about you, which is the half I am at now 🕯️
HattieCooked dinner for the family tonight in the warm kitchen. The recipe my grandmother taught me, the one I only make for people who mean it. The bowl on the right of the stove is yours, even if you are late 🍛
