Her

There are a few hours between them, seven to be exact. Time zones, a tedious thing. He's ahead, which means he wakes up first. The first thing he does is check his phone. Did She send a late night text as a surprise for him in the morning?

Nothing is there. It's far too early for Her to be up yet. She's resting. He's waiting. He checks Her socials. Did She post last night after he went to bed? She always seems to find just the right words, always manages to bring a smile to his face. It's the mere fact that She exists. That She brightens his day.

She's going to be up soon, so he sends Her a message. Saying good morning to Her is his favorite way to start Her day. It's quickly followed by a small update on what he's doing. She never has to ask, he's quite eager to share his life with Her. When She shares Her own.. there's an undeniable force that keeps him there. Always eager for more. More of Her attention, knowledge of Her.

Now, his day has truly begun. Now he can breathe a bit easier, embraced by all that is Her.