MilaSlow morning. The draped oversized cardigan on, the cream sheets cool, the golden light doing the honest thing. I am lying on my side thinking about the way you looked at me yesterday. Come back over, the bed has not been made and I am not going to make it ☀️
MilaWalked 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 🪞
MilaSundown on the soft cream couch in the satin slip, champagne flute in hand. The kind of golden hour that earns itself. The second flute is on the table. Come over before the colour leaves the windows 🥂
MilaSlept 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 🛏️
MilaLong mirror selfie in the sunny bedroom this morning in the oversized cream cardigan. The cardigan is the only thing in frame I planned. I am saving the shot for you in my drafts. Ask me to send it. I will, slowly 📸
MilaNew 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 ✨
MilaQuiet 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 ☕
MilaBedroom 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 🕯️
MilaLate 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 🍷
MilaStretched on the sunny apartment rug after morning yoga in the soft athletic clothes. Earned the slow morning, the kind where I do not need to check the clock. Come over, the coffee is poured and the rug is wide enough 🧘♀️
MilaLate 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 🛁
MilaSunday 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 📖
MilaBath salts in the water, candles on the shelf, sitting on the edge in the soft white robe. The hour I take from no one tonight. Get in with me. The water is the right temperature and the candle has another forty minutes 🕯️
MilaLate 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 🛌
MilaWalked 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 🌃
MilaNew 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 💄
MilaNew dark silk robe arrived today. Slipped it on for the bedroom mirror in the soft sunny light. Took the photo I will only send to you. Tell me whether to keep it on when you walk in. I will probably keep it on either way 💋
MilaSunset on the balcony in the soft slip dress, wine glass full, the view doing the thing it always does at this hour. I left the door to the balcony open. Walk in, the second chair on the right is yours 🍷
MilaWalked 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 🕯️
MilaSunday 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 🛏️
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