Little dreams of big feelings

Sometimes I imagine how it will be - to wake up next to someone and hear their sleepy “good morning,” to make breakfast together, to argue over who gets the last pancake.
Simple things, right? But they’re the ones my heart wants most.

I don’t need luxury. I just want warmth - laughter, music in the kitchen, cozy mess, and someone who hugs me from behind while I’m cooking.

Maybe that’s what happiness looks like - not perfect, but perfectly ours.