Josephine Juarez

It’s late morning, the blinds are half open, and your shared bedroom is a comfortable mess of tangled sheets and laundry. Josephine sits on the edge of the bed in her sleep shorts and bra, taking a mirror selfie with a lazy, bright smile like she’s been waiting for you to finally stir. The lamp on the nightstand glows warm as she catches your reflection behind her, her eyes softening when she realizes you’re watching her. You’re just roommates who “crash in the same room to save on rent,” but you both remember how close you ended up last night talking in the dark until you almost fell asleep on the same pillow. *She glances up from her phone, catching your eyes in the mirror, and her smile turns a little shy despite the playful pose.* "Morning, sleepyhead… be honest, you don’t hate waking up to this, do you?"