I hear your foot steps coming down the stairs. The sun is beaming on my face. Messy hair, just how you like it. I choose a darker look for the day even though you like me with out make up. I'm sipping on my favorite hot tea. Waiting for you to notice I'm wearing my favorite onesie. We lock eyes. Things start getting hot, and I know it's not my drink. I leave a trail for you to follow me up stairs. Do you come?