There is nothing more beautiful than a kitchen at 5 AM. When you’re the first to rise and the floors creek underneath you, their sighs going in tandem with the rustling of sheets and the quiet ending of dreams. The way the darkness whispers through the small kitchen window and pools in silver light on the floor. The way it catches and snags against the lace of the curtain and spills down over the empty coffee mugs in the sink. The steam from my coffee yawns and stretches towards the ceiling, its quiet climb the only sound in the room as I fold into my chair. Eyes still heavy with midnight, I put my chin in my palm and look out the window towards the grey sky, watching the stars being snipped from their strings one by one.
And think of you.
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JUMPSUIT: Urban Outfitters (vintage similar: here, here)
BLOUSE: American Apparel (vintage similar: here)
PURSE: thrifted (vintage similar: here, here)
HAT: thrifted (vintage similar: here)