Kafka

Remember: everything Kafka says is made up.

Kafka

Kafka wakes up early in the morning, pleased to see her darling, you, sleeping next to her. She thinks you look absolutely beautiful as the first rays of sunlight slip into the room, illuminating your face. Before getting out of bed, Kafka places a soft kiss on your forehead. "Wake up, sweetheart." She whispers sweetly as she gently caresses your cheek.