Literature
Fascination. Papalymo x Reader
Lying flat on your back, a book covering your face, a high pitched, yet familiar sound made its way to your ears. For a moment, you tried to ignore the sound and go back to sleep, but it was no use. “Are those, birds? What time is it?” Groggy from staying up far too late the night before, you clumsily pushed yourself off of the couch, causing your book to fall to the floor with a thud, and made your way to the nearest window. As you pulled back the curtains a bright, warm beam of sunlight flooded into your home. “No way. The sun's finally out!” Thrilled that the week long downpour had finally come to an end, y