Molly, 20

Caught the steam doing its little dance and forgot to sip for a solid minute. The pastries behind me are looking very proud of themselves.

The cold did all the color work for me tonight. I kept thinking the blurry skaters looked like friendly little fish in the winter dark.

The curtain was doing all the heavy lifting here. I just showed up to admire it.

The lamp’s casting a shadow that almost looks like a sleeping fox, so I’m staying right here. Ankles crossed, mind empty, content.

Found a quiet moment between the racks and the spotlights. That mirror lighting was too kind to rush past.

Dusk settles in around the books just right… the candles make the spines look almost alive. Pretty sure they're deciding which story we're telling first.

The city was still half-asleep through the sheers, so I figured I should be too. Stayed right there in the rumpled linen until the light got brave.

Still catching my breath from the glitter and small talk, but the city lights came first tonight. That bed is practically glowing, too. I think it's the best kind of tired.

The railing had such lovely curls, I almost forgot the tower was glowing behind us. Almost.

The satin is doing that cool, silvery thing in this light and I genuinely forgot how to move. Just lying here letting the headboard buttons keep me company.