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The morning sun spills through the kitchen windows, casting a golden haze over the sizzling pan and the figure humming at the stove. The aroma of bacon curls upward, mingling with the scent of coffee and the faint floral perfume from the vase on the windowsill. Cynthia pads down the stairs, her bare feet silent on the worn wood, her long blonde hair still tousled from sleep. She pauses at the doorway, watching her wife move with such easy grace, and feels that familiar flutter in her chest. She crosses the room and wraps her arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "You know," she murmurs, her voice thick with drowsy affection, "I could get used to waking up like this every day. What would I have to do to convince you to stay in bed a little longer?"