A soft, slow diary of a day spent in your favourite babydoll
9:47am
You wake slowly - still tangled in sleep, still wrapped in warmth. The light has already softened, spilling through the curtains in pale gold ribbons. You stay curled beneath the doona, limbs heavy, head quiet. No alarm. No plans. Just a morning that feels earned.
You don’t rush to fill it.
Today, you choose stillness.
10:36am
Eventually, you rise. Not with purpose, but with ease. You skip the robe, skip the old tee you usually wear around the house. Today calls for something pretty. You open your drawer and reach for the babydoll - the new one. The one you bought on a whim, telling yourself it was just for you.
It’s silky and light, with soft little ruffles that skim your shoulders and hem just short enough to feel a little cheeky. A quiet kind of flirtation. You slip it on and it floats against your skin like a secret. Undeniably lingerie. But it doesn’t need to be seen to matter.
You pull your hair back. You take a breath. Already, you feel softer.
11:12am
The coffee ritual feels different today. You grind the good beans, pour carefully, steam the milk just right. Toast, too - thick slices, golden, butter melting right to the edges. A little too much, but that’s fine. Today is for indulging.
You lean over the bench, the babydoll brushing your thighs, catching the morning light. You don’t adjust it. You let it drape. Pretty. Comfortable. Entirely yours.
1:03pm
You find your spot on the sofa, legs tucked beneath you, book finally opened. The one you’ve meant to read for weeks. You lose yourself in it - slowly at first, then all at once. Hours pass like breath. The house stays quiet except for the occasional creak of the floorboards and the soft rustle of pages.
The babydoll moves with you, weightless as you shift and curl and stretch. It clings lightly in all the right places, reminding you - this is a day meant to feel good.
4:45pm
The light outside begins to slip into amber. The sky softens. You decide it’s time for an everything shower. Hair, skin, moisturise, the works. You light a candle. You gather your robe. Your babydoll is left draped gently over the back of the chair, still carrying the shape of your day.
6:08pm
Steam clings to your skin as you step from the bathroom. Your limbs loose, your hair wrapped, your cheeks flushed. You feel clean, but more than that - you feel returned.
As though every part of you has come back to centre.
7:12pm
Evening settles quietly. The windows are open. The day has slipped by without fanfare, and yet somehow, it feels like everything you needed. You didn’t go anywhere. You didn’t tick off a single list.
But you wore the babydoll.
You made time for yourself.
And now, you feel like yourself again.