She cuddled into the bed, her covers fell like cotton, her pillows feel like cloud, god she loved this.

The light pink sky shown through her window like a cherry blossom harmony, slight hints of a pale yellow drifting between the rose tinted sky.

She felt the relaxation drift over her, luring her back to her gentle heaven, the light scent of breakfast was the only thing stopping her from going back to her dream kingdom.

She let out a soft yawn as she sat up, slipping on her fluffy slippers and dressing down, walking down the white carpeted stairs as the scent of breakfast became more bed more luring.

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So I won't lie, I wrote the prompt list while I was in a really good place, which I'm no longer in, so I found this harder to write since I planned something out and it was completely different as this result.

This was supposed to be about a really sweet fluffy relationship, but now it's about a Saturday morning because I find that much better.