What does my perfect morning look like?.. It doesn’t begin with an alarm clock.

It starts with an inner desire to wake up — not from urgency, not because of responsibilities, but because the new day promises something beautiful.

I open my eyes, and the first thing I do is smile. No one has touched my body yet, but the world is already gently touching my heart. I don’t need coffee — though the scent of freshly brewed mint and ginger tea fills the room. I savor the first sunrays dancing on my shoulders through the open window… and I whisper to myself, “This is your day. Live it beautifully.”

I love to stretch out this moment — when there’s no need to rush, no need to speak, just to be.
In my space. In my sensations.

I put on my favorite robe, turn on soft music, and let my body awaken slowly. Sometimes, I dance… even without rhythm. Simply because my soul asks for it.
And sometimes — I sit by the window with a notebook, writing a few words, thoughts, desires. And I always leave space for him. That one man who would make this morning even more perfect.

Because the warmest feeling is waking up not alone.
When his hand still rests on your waist, even in sleep. When he kisses you — not out of passion, but just to say, “I’m here.”

This isn’t a fairytale. It’s a real dream. And I know it will come true. Because I already live with love inside me.
All that’s left is to find the one who wants to wake up beside me — in a world where perfect mornings aren’t about luxury.
They’re about warmth, quiet… and two souls who simply know how to be together.