🌅 Morning — That Gentle Space Between Dreams and Reality

I love mornings.
Not the rushed, chaotic ones. But the real mornings — slow, warm, honest.
When your eyes are still closed, but you can already feel the world.
Light slipping through the curtains, the stillness of the room, the air whispering: "stay a little longer, there’s no need to hurry..."

☁️ My perfect morning looks like this:

— A big bed, fresh sheets, and me wrapped in a blanket like a cocoon.
— Soft music playing, or just the birds singing outside the window.
— A cup of hot coffee or tea in my hands — warm, like a gentle touch.
— No phone. No rushing. Just me, my thoughts, and the silence.
And in those moments, I feel truly alive.
Beautiful — even with messy hair and no makeup.
Because morning doesn’t ask us to be perfect. It only asks us to be present.

💭 Mornings reflect your inner state

If the day begins in chaos — it tends to stay that way.
But if it starts with care — it becomes gentle.
Each morning, I try to remind myself of the little truths:
— You don’t have to do everything.
— You deserve softness.
— It’s okay to simply breathe and feel.
And with a cup of coffee, soft light, and warmth inside — everything feels lighter.

💌 And what would your ideal morning look like?

Who would you want to share breakfast with?
Who should be the first to wrap their arms around you when you wake up?
What do you dream about when you stare through a misty window at the waking world?
One day, I want to wake up not alone.
To smile before words.
To feel someone’s hand gently resting on my waist and hear,
"Good morning, beautiful..."
But for now — I brew my coffee, open the window, breathe in the morning air, and smile.
Because every morning is a chance.
New. Pure. Yours.