The Apartment Above Pick Your Poison, Tuesday Morning

Waking up next to Harley again was a dream. Pam had no intention of taking it for granted; she wallowed in the quiet space between waking and the full rise of the sun, watched the glow spread back across Harley's skin.

Last night still being played out had been a miracle. She felt full-- love a warm, heavy presence in her chest, threatening to spill out at any moment.

( They got up. They had breakfast. )

[[ taken and adapted from Poison Ivy #9 by G. Willow Wilson. establishy. ]]