
Sunday Morning
Music follows you from bedroom to kitchen to the pergola with your coffee.
You wake up slowly. No alarm — just the sound of your favorite playlist, barely audible, drifting from invisible speakers in the ceiling. As you walk to the kitchen, the music follows. It's playing in the hallway now. Then the kitchen. You pour your coffee, slide open the glass door, and step out under the Brustor pergola. The music is already there, waiting for you. The louvers tilt to let the morning sun in. You didn't touch a single button.







