I FEEL LIKE THIS IS POOP. Dedicated to Pagey-polyp on Tumblr, happy birthday, sug; and to Vicky, who's having a miniaturized human. Cross-posted on Tumblr.


Good Morning, Starshine

It had been a while since she'd been the first to wake.

Soft light played across her eyelids, and brought her back to the warmth of her husbands arms, curled about her body with sleepy protection. Slowly, always careful so as not to disturb him, she pushed herself up to her knees and scanned his face, peaceful in repose.

She smiled, and quietly reached out for the old Polaroid camera she kept on her bedside table, ready for the day. She shifted herself to straddle his thighs, and took a photo of his sleeping face. She was gently waving the photo around when she felt a touch on her knee, and looked down to see his soft smile, eyes dazed with the morning. "Good morning," she said, and decided she liked this look, too.

Click, whirr.

He chuckled, reaching up to pull her in for a soft kiss. "Good morning, love," he murmured against her smiling lips. Her hair fell forward, forming a curtain around them from the rest of the world. Later, she would hide those pictures away for herself; for now, they had the morning to themselves.


(Hey, hey Basil) What... (You're a sap) /pokerface.