I want to wake up because the sun got in my eyes, turn around and see you laying right there next to me. I would smile and watch you sleep, and when you wake up we would squeeze ourselves into your kitchen, arms and legs tangling, to make breakfast sandwhiches. And I would brew coffee and you would smile indulgently and bite your tongue on poking fun at my caffeine intake. And we would open the blinds and let the sun warm our spots on the couch, the soft hum of the news or some new music I'm forcing you to listen to in the background.
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