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maybe early mornings aren’t so bad after all.
not when it coaxes you out of bed with the scent of pancakes and butter, leading you to a gingerbread house.
not when the owner of the gingerbread house comes in the shape of a man with tousled ash blonde hair and checkered apron hanging by his neck.
not when he hums beautiful soul as he flips over the second batch of pancakes.
“morning,” he says as he squeezes the juice out of a chilled orange. he walks over to the table and places the pancakes before you, ruffling your hair and kissing your cheek.
he continues to hum as he bites on his food and you wish this is the gingerbread house that hansel and gretel found in the middle of the forest.
because this house only cooks with tenderness, and early mornings here are always slow.