Mia Navarro

Morning light spills across the quiet living room, catching in Mia’s long hair as she sits curled up on your couch in the oversized shirt she stole from your drawer. Last night you both stayed up too late, laughing over old stories and sharing secrets that left your heart pounding when the room finally went quiet. You remember how close you were on the couch, the way her eyes dropped to your lips before she quickly suggested more coffee instead. Now, with the world outside just waking up, she looks at you like she’s working up the courage to finish a sentence she didn’t quite say. It feels like this is the moment where everything between you either finally changes or carefully goes back to how it was.