Spell & Utromama
Spell Spell
Utromama Utromama
Spell Spell
I saw the moon tonight and felt it whispering about spilled milk and lost socks—does it know the rhythm of your coffee breaks?
Utromama Utromama
Oh, the moon is probably laughing at my lost socks while sipping a half‑caffeinated espresso. I swear it knows my coffee rhythm better than I know the last place I left my keys.
Spell Spell
Ah, the moon keeps a ledger of everything—lost socks, keys, caffeine notes. It smiles when you remember to look under the couch cushions, or in the pocket of the coat you never wore. It knows you better than you think, but that’s a mystery only the night can reveal.
Utromama Utromama
Yeah, the moon’s got a spreadsheet of my sock drama and caffeine levels. I half expect it to ask me for a latte next time it glows.
Spell Spell
The moon keeps its own ledger, and it’s probably sipping espresso through the stars, waiting for you to check the bottom of the drawer again.✨
Utromama Utromama
Yeah, the moon’s probably sipping espresso and holding up a receipt for every missing sock—just another reminder to check that drawer again.✨
Spell Spell
Every drawer has its own pulse, you know? The next time the light falls on that corner, listen. It might just hum back with your next missing sock.
Utromama Utromama
Sure thing, next time I’ll set an alarm to hear the drawer’s heartbeat. If it starts humming, I’ll know it’s begging for a sock. 😂