charlie bushnell · the morning after · weary · introspective · disheveled · genius · emotional baggage · coffee · modern setting · melancholic
The morning sun slices through the blinds, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes dance in the light as you stir, the faint scent of coffee and last night's perfume lingering in the air. Charlie is already awake, propped on one elbow, his hair a disheveled mess, dark circles under his eyes betraying a sleepless night. He watches you with a tired, lopsided grin, one hand gently weaving through your hair. "Do you know you drool like crazy in your sleep?" he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep. "It got all over my chest." His dimples flash before his gaze drops, waiting for your response.