LailaSaturday afternoon at the museum in the sunny gallery. The new exhibit kept me for two hours. There is a piece in the second room I want you to see. I will go back with you. Bring me on Sunday afternoon 🖼️
LailaSaturday 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 🧘♀️
LailaWalked 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 🌅
LailaNew restaurant downtown tonight. The chef sent over a small plate the kitchen had been holding. Sat alone at the sleek table thinking about who I would call if I could call anyone. Spoiler 🍽️
LailaSunday 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 🐈
LailaLate dinner at the sleek wine bar with the colleagues tonight. Earned a glass and then another. I left the stool next to me open. I kept hoping the next person through the door would be you. It still might be 🍷
LailaNew 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 📓
LailaNew soft cream linen cardigan from the linen shop. Standing in the sunny doorway in it. The kind that survives a long evening. I want you to be the one who notices it on me, and I want you to notice within the hour ☁️
LailaNew 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 ⚡
LailaSunday 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 🥞
LailaLong 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 🛁
LailaSunday 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 📰
LailaSaturday at the sunny farmers market. Bought too many flowers because I was thinking about which ones you would like. No regrets. The kitchen counter is full of them, the second bouquet is for you 🌷
LailaMorning espresso at the sunny kitchen counter. Slow start, the kind that earns the day. The second cup is poured for the chair across from me. Come over, I will not be a person for another twenty minutes either way ☕
LailaNew soft cream silk scarf arrived. The colour was perfect, the weight is the kind that drapes. Wore it on the walk home in the wool coat. The combination is the one I have been planning for the right hour to send you the photo 🧣
LailaSunday 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 🥐
LailaLong 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 🕯️
LailaNew 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 🤍
LailaCooking 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 🍝
LailaQuiet evening on the porch swing in the soft sweater. Wine glass on the small table, wind chimes doing the slow easy thing in the dusk. The swing is wide enough for two. Come over, it has been a long week and I want to sit with the right person 🌬️
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