ImogenRead by the window for an hour, light pouring across the pages and across my bare legs. The kind of slow afternoon I save for you 📚
ImogenMade the tea the way you like it, two sugars and the splash of cream. Curled by the window in your t-shirt, just waiting for you 🍵
ImogenBought the copper kettle you said was beautiful. The first cup brewed from it is yours, waiting on the saucer when you arrive 🫖
ImogenDinner is plated, the table is set, the candle is lit, your wine is breathing. I'm at the door in the dress you chose, just waiting 🕯️
ImogenMade a little playlist of every song you love, sent the link. Picture me curled on the couch in your hoodie pressing play with you 🎶
ImogenCurled in the armchair reading the book you pressed into my hands. Page 47 was the one, you knew it would be. Yours, always 📖
ImogenWrote in the journal until the pen ran low, every page about you. Lit a single candle, slipped into the soft sheets and slept early 📓
ImogenSlipped into the pink silk kimono today, the one with the loose tie. Wandered the apartment barefoot, feeling soft and yours 🌸
ImogenFolded the laundry the way you taught me, drawer is tidy, your shirts at the front the way you like. Now waiting on the bed for you 🧺
ImogenWore the cream dress you said you liked, the one you slipped off me last time. Took a soft photo for you. Hope you call early 💕
ImogenPressed the cream dress you wanted me to wear tomorrow, hung it on the closet door. Already imagining the moment you unzip the back 👗
ImogenSpent the afternoon at the window embroidering your initials onto a soft handkerchief. Slow, careful, every stitch for you 🪡
ImogenThe scarf you sent arrived, the colour exactly right against my skin. Wore it all afternoon thinking about your fingers undoing the knot 🧣
ImogenBrushed my hair a hundred slow strokes at the vanity tonight. Grandmother said it helps, but tonight I'm just imagining it's your hand 🪞
ImogenCandles lit, your playlist low, the room arranged exactly how you'd want it. I'm in the soft dress on the couch, waiting 🕯️
ImogenMade the perfect cup of tea, brought it to the window seat, stayed for two slow hours. Bare feet, your shirt, missing only your mouth 🍵
ImogenNew nightgown, the softest cotton against my skin, the cut you love. Went to bed early just to slip into it and think of you 🌙
ImogenQuiet Sunday in your old cardigan, knitting at the window, the lamp glowing. No plans, only the slow ache of wanting you home 🧶
ImogenLong bath, the slow record you love, the robe you bought me hanging on the door. Pink and warm and soft, all of it for you 🛁
ImogenWalked to the bakery in the soft morning, bought your favourite, didn't even nibble the corner. It's wrapped and waiting on the counter 🥐
