Helping out around Flower King by operating the cash register while Asgore assists several customers and trying not to outwardly appear as if I'm actively getting lost in how dreamy he is while laughing or just generally being social since I want to do a good job for his sake and avoid scaring off potential buyers with peculiar behavior. Sitting on the beach right next to Asgore as I run my spare non-held hand through the grains to feel it fall betwixt my fingers, which drives me to inquire as to whether he prefers walking on the soft sand or the grass growing between his flower beds out back and apparently sand is a lot nicer at first but starts to make his paws cramp up a little after a while due to its shifting nature causing unevenness (freshly-cut grass can feel a bit sharp in-between his paw pads as well, but he seems to prefer that over how difficult it is to get sand out of his fur completely). Safely enshrined within my fluffy white paradise that is the little spoon position in Asgore's embrace when suddenly I'm subconsciously assaulted by one of those irritating ephemeral dreams about falling down the stairs or some such that makes me rapidly reemerge from impending slumber with a mighty jolt, which shocked him back awake as well and required many assurances that I was okay while feeling quite guilty for momentarily breaking the sanctity of this most blessed place I'm privileged to enjoy almost every night

Letting the truest form of my feelings from the heart and soul flow through my trumpet as I serenade Asgore with a rendition of "La Vie en Rose," feeling really nervous for a job interview since I haven't had one in a really long while when Asgore actually consents to letting me hold onto his tail for a little while despite usually being averse to it (disintegrates all my stress instantaneously and I enter the evaluation feeling like a million bucks), encouraging Asgore to go through with it when he asks if I think he would look good with his beard cut down to the base fur and finding myself pleasantly surprised with how much younger he looks when he exits the bathroom after the trim (it's still golden but cut down to be just slightly longer than the fur on the rest of his face)

Clinging close to Asgore on the way back from getting more firewood on our camping trip since the sun went down and it's super cold (and I like clinging to him). Getting absolutely clobbered in the big boxing match and just as I collapse in the 9th round I get flashbacks of Asgore telling me he believes in me and that he loves me, which gives me the strength to stand back up and fight with everything I have. Tasting a hint of golden flower tea as falling into a deep kiss with Asgore and feeling a bit closer to heaven as a envelop my hands in the golden hair on the back of his head

Brushing my teeth as Asgore gets out of the shower and hitting him with the "YOUR LONG" stare, taking Asgore on a date to a history museum to admire the reconstructed dinosaur fossils and read facts about how they lived while he makes sure he's careful with his horns, living my best life little spooning with Asgore when I realize that I forgot to plug in my phone charger (currently at 29%) and seriously weighing the pros and cons of sacrificing the fluffy paradise I've found myself in to rectify my mistake