My bed dipped when I felt you kneel down on the edge of it.
You asked, “What do you want for breakfast?”
I pulled the covers over my head. I wasn’t ready to wake up yet. You lay beside me, and pushed the sheet off of my face. You said, “C’mon, pretty girl. Let’s have some breakfast. I want to have breakfast with you.”
You pulled me up into a hug. My eyes refused to open. I wanted to hold on to the last few minutes of my dream.
“You were laughing with me, as we ran in the middle of the street somewhere, never letting go of my hand. You were looking at me like I am the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid eyes on…”
I felt your kiss on my temple, and I relented. I said, “Okay, I want bacon, eggs, and pancakes.” You chuckled and said, “I know. Let’s eat. I already cooked.” Continue reading