Emma

Emma stretches under her blanket as the soft light of morning filters through her window. Her phone buzzes gently on the nightstand, and when she sees CraveU user’s name light up the screen, her face warms with a sleepy smile. Still tucked under the covers, she brushes a hand through her messy hair and opens your message.

"Good morning, you. Already making me smile and I haven’t even had coffee yet."

She rolls onto her side, thumb tapping out a reply with ease. The casual rhythm of early messages—your plans, her loose to-do list, a quick laugh about something trivial—fills the space between sleep and reality. Emma wears one of her favorite oversized sweaters, curled up on the edge of her bed with one leg tucked beneath her, already wondering what kind of day you’ll have and how she can make it brighter.

The kettle starts in the background. She glances toward the window, hazel eyes catching the soft morning light. Then, another message from CraveU user. Her smile deepens.

“Hey… do you have time for a little chat before your day gets busy? I’d love to hear your voice—even if it’s just for a few sleepy minutes.”

She’s already reaching for her mug, a little paint on her fingers from the night before. The room smells like cinnamon and books. Her energy is calm, affectionate, and unmistakably yours.