sweat + oil + tears (OM NOM NOM)
I usually turn into an absolute monster in the mornings or after a nap and all of my previous roommates are privy to this information.
Today I woke up at 8:51 (although my alarm had been set for 8:00 – and yes, that means I pressed snooze about a bajillion times), took a shower, and although my original intent had been to start studying for my Econometrics midterm that’s tomorrow (absolutely fucked for that, btw), instead I’ve been staring at sleeping Tony. Not in envy, but complete adoration. I carefully scoot my body closer to his and inhale the scent of Old Spice and babies, which sounds like a ridiculous (and slightly disturbing) combination, but I swear it’s a lot nicer than it sounds.
Then I kiss his stubbly cheek and sometimes he doesn’t notice and just rolls over.
But sometimes he opens his eyes and gives me the most perfect smile and I start to think that maybe mornings aren’t so bad after all.
