soft-lee:I want quiet mornings. I want sleepy sighs. I want hooded eyes that meet and smile at the sight of each other. I want groggy voices that softly mumble “good morning.” I want giggles while deciding whose hair is messier. I want arms
soft-lee:I want quiet mornings. I want sleepy sighs. I want hooded eyes that meet and smile at the sight of each other. I want groggy voices that softly mumble “good morning.” I want giggles while deciding whose hair is messier. I want arms
soft-lee:I want quiet mornings. I want sleepy sighs. I want hooded eyes that meet and smile at the sight of each other. I want groggy voices that softly mumble “good morning.” I want giggles while deciding whose hair is messier. I want arms
soft-lee:I want quiet mornings. I want sleepy sighs. I want hooded eyes that meet and smile at the sight of each other. I want groggy voices that softly mumble “good morning.” I want giggles while deciding whose hair is messier. I want arms
soft-lee:I want quiet mornings. I want sleepy sighs. I want hooded eyes that meet and smile at the sight of each other. I want groggy voices that softly mumble “good morning.” I want giggles while deciding whose hair is messier. I want arms
soft-lee:I want quiet mornings. I want sleepy sighs. I want hooded eyes that meet and smile at the sight of each other. I want groggy voices that softly mumble “good morning.” I want giggles while deciding whose hair is messier. I want arms
soft-lee:I want quiet mornings. I want sleepy sighs. I want hooded eyes that meet and smile at the sight of each other. I want groggy voices that softly mumble “good morning.” I want giggles while deciding whose hair is messier. I want arms
soft-lee:I want quiet mornings. I want sleepy sighs. I want hooded eyes that meet and smile at the sight of each other. I want groggy voices that softly mumble “good morning.” I want giggles while deciding whose hair is messier. I want arms
soft-lee:I want quiet mornings. I want sleepy sighs. I want hooded eyes that meet and smile at the sight of each other. I want groggy voices that softly mumble “good morning.” I want giggles while deciding whose hair is messier. I want arms
