I smell toast.
I stretch out on my bed and smile, because Elora knows toast is my favorite. I lie here for a while before I even attempt to get up. I eventually take a deep breath, and then throw my feet over the side, pushing myself up from the mattress.
I walk into the bathroom, brush my teeth and stare at the mirror for solid 2 minutes and think how lucky I am to have her.
When I make it to the kitchen, Elora is stirring a pan of scrambled eggs. She spins around when she hears me walk in. "Good morning, baby".
I walk close to her. I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss the side of her head. "Good morning, love". I open the refrigerator to take out a bottle. I pour water in a glass and take a sip. "I wanted to wake up beside you. Why are you downstairs, love?"
She spoons some eggs onto a plate and then tosses bacon and toast on it. She turns around and hands me the plate. "Making you breakfast of course."
