Yes. The title sounds silly. Ik. Fluffy blankets. I always pretend to be Paul when I try to think of new fic ideas. I always would bundle myself in my heated blanket and fluffy blankets and then start having a back and forth convo between Paul and Emma. The smell of lavender. Also bc pretending to be Paul, but specifically the joy of walking into my room after a long day and getting to sink into my bed, and then continuing PFTS or other fics.
Yes that’s it for now I’m sure I’ll remember more.
