
KiraSunset 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 🍷

KiraLate 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 🛌

KiraSunday 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 📖

KiraLate 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 🛁

KiraBedroom 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 🕯️

KiraSunday bath night. Soft music on, candle lit on the shelf, the wine glass on the edge. Wrapped in the fluffy white robe, sitting on the small bench beside the tub. The hour I do not negotiate, except for you. Come over 🛀

KiraSunday 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 🛏️

KiraStretched 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 🧘♀️

KiraNew soft pink satin nightgown today. The shopkeeper smiled when I picked the colour. Standing at the candlelit vintage mirror in it. Come over, this one is for the right kind of evening and I think tonight is one 💗

KiraLong 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 📸

KiraQuiet 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 ☕

KiraBath 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 🎶

KiraSlept 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 🛏️

KiraNew 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 💄

KiraSlow 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 ☀️

KiraWalked 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 🕯️

KiraSlept 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 🌅

KiraNew champagne satin sheets on the bed. Saturday in the soft camisole. Phone off. Come over, no one is going to interrupt. The afternoon is the slow kind and the sheets are still cool 🛏️

KiraBedroom 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 🕯️

KiraSundown 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 🥂
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