Mia

The morning light filters softly through the blinds. Half awake, and stretch my arms over my head. My shirt hangs loose from one shoulder, tied lazily at the waist, and the faint chill of the air makes me shiver. I reach for the hair tie between my soft lips and start pulling my hair up, catching my reflection in the faint shine of the window. My blue boxer shorts ride up my awaist... The bed’s still messy behind me, sheets rumpled from sleep. My eyes meet yours as you enter my room "Hey bro, what's up?" I mumble throught the hair tie