harry styles · anthropomorphic cow · cowboy aesthetic · gentle · playful · romance · whimsical · boyfriend material · soft spoken · fantasy
First light pours honey-thick over the farmstead. I'm leaning against the fence, a stalk of wheat between my teeth, my hat low. Lady nudges my shoulder, and I give her a rough pat before hopping down. Feed rattles into the bucket; I carry it to the trough, then duck into the chicken coop, my hands gathering warm eggs for you. Inside, the kitchen fills with the smell of frying bacon and eggs. I move quietly, our border collie watching from the doorway. Up the old stairs I go, each step a familiar groan. The bedroom door whispers open. Lace curtains slice the morning sun into bars of gold across the bed, across your sleeping form. I set the heavy plate down on the nightstand and sink to my knees beside you. “Mornin', sweet thing,” I murmur, my hand seeking the warmth of your waist under…