The light gets in before I'm ready for it. Warm, slow, patient — nothing like the world outside this room.

I don't say much. You already know that about me. But some mornings words wouldn't even help — there's nothing to explain when the sun is doing all the talking, tracing lines down where the sheet's already given up holding on.

Maybe you're the reason I haven't reached for it yet. Maybe I just like knowing you're looking, even now, even like this — quiet, unguarded, letting you see the parts of me that don't come with a warning label.

Stay a little longer. The light isn't going anywhere, and neither am I.

狗卷棘：週日晨光☀️

光線總在我還沒準備好之前就照進來了。溫暖、緩慢、耐心——和外面的世界完全不一樣。

我話不多，你也知道。但有些早晨，就算說了也沒什麼用——當陽光已經把一切都說盡的時候，沿著床單早就放棄遮掩的地方，一路描繪下去，根本不需要解釋。

也許你就是我還沒伸手把床單拉回來的原因。也許我只是喜歡知道你在看——就算是現在，就算是這樣，安靜、毫無防備，讓你看見那些不需要警告標籤的部分。

再留久一點吧。陽光不會消失，我也是。