even when i try to wake up early on weekends

i always wake up at 11. and then i laze until 12, especially when i’m not the only one in the bed. 

i don’t think i’d give up that extra hour, its always very wonderful and cozy and i love how i’m messy and you’re messy and all of my insecurities dissolve for just that short window of time. 

and then theres the transition into normal day life, where i have monologues to learn and rooms to clean and essays to read..but its nice to have that pause for coffee, a croissant, and a small square of chocolate.

you see, i like to squish the chocolate into the croissant and fold it up like a little sleeping bag, the rich sweetness nestled in between a doughy pocket. its better than a chocolate croissant, i don’t know how. but theres something wonderfully homemade about assembling my own little breakfast after an hour of blissful laziness.