You wake up to soft morning light beaming in through the window. You see the back of your demon girlfriend calm yet calculated crossing little Xs of thread into a ring of fabric. Your gentle stirring alerts her as she looks up with a smile lighting up her once stern face.
You give a small kiss before heading out to shower.

On your return you are treated by your basically-son, excited and thrilled to jump into your lap and snuggle close. You can feel his bright optimism seeping into your own skin, waking you up almost like a cup of coffee.
Coffee!

Your big guard boyfriend squeezes you tight with a firm grip before heading off to make a pot of coffee. Fresh grounds with a touch of cinnamon. Perfect.
The gentle footsteps of an angel glides gracefully into the room with two mugs. One coffee black and iced, the other hot and essentially all sweet cream. She turns the TV to an episode of Gilmore Girls and holds you in bed, her flowing hair falling effortlessly on your shoulders.
A small tap on your shoulder and you see your little kobold friend look up at you with wide eyes and a wary smile. You shoot them finger guns and they snuggle into your lap as you put on a cartoon to watch for a bit. You two finish your coffee in comfortable silence.
As you grab the mugs and put them in the sink you are greeted excitedly by your small Enby significant other that is beaming ear to ear the moment they see you. The two of you eat homemade treats right out of the container and discuss your potential futures. All is good.
You and your elven SO retreat to the bedroom and lay on the creaky daybed. Their soothing voice and distinct accent lull you to a state of calm drowsiness. They take off your glasses, then their own, and rest their chin on your head as you burrow into their chest for a nap.
You wake up first this time and see a large billowing pubby nearly falling off the bed -- xe wanted to give you the space you deserve -- and give scritches behind xir ear to wake xem. Little whines and joined by a wag of a tail as xe flops into you, nearly smothering with fluff.
You maneuver around eachother in the kitchen, wary to avoid your boyfriends silver wings. You two work hand in hand in chopping veggies, straining pasta, seasoning the dish. About as spicy as you can tolerate. You two dance between timers. He puts more spice on the table anyways.
You engage in a nice chat over the food with the retired dragon. She talks about her son, and you talk about the kids you can't wait to meet one day. Everytime you look she's adding more heat to the dish. The meal is filling and satisfying.
You and your half-orc boyfriend discuss the ratio of cows-humans per state. You are both surprised and honestly more intrigued in the topic than you thought you would be.

Just before the roommates get home you express your interest in picking up ice cream as the sun sets.
Your knife-eared elf friend drives you to the local WaWa and you two pick out ice cream flavours. You decide what you both want, knowing full well you'll be sharing anyways. They let you wander the aisles and pick up any other snacks that would make you happy. They smile.
You eat your ice cream and chat about your past as the demon girl says little. You talk about hope and things that are worth looking forward to. She doesn't say much, but you can tell you're starting to chip at the walls she's been hiding behind for so long.
Yawning after a long day of relaxing in eachothers presence your girlfriend -- the same demon from this morning -- embraces you, holding you close. Never wanting to let go. You look into her blazen eyes and reassure her it's safe. She presses into you before holding you to sleep.
//end thread

(Written at 4:30 am)

A day in the life.

Thank you so much to @PileOfGayFurs for inspiring us and allowing us to go on this little journey.

And thank you to our SO, who we miss having these days with dearly.

Love ya, sunshine ❤️

-Jessie

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