"Tinsley, I m home with breakfast!"
Kian called out, entering the empty of soul living room. He dropped the breakfast on the table and walked inside the bedroom only to find his wife still deep asleep.
He checked his watch and it was nine in the morning. She was a late sleeper. It was something new he learned about his wife today.
He decided against in waking her up so he sat on the small dressing table to write a sweet cheesy note for his wife that would curve her petal-like lips in for a smile, he was so addicted about in his absence.
He placed the note along with the coffee and packed the cake on the nightstand and picked up his laptop to start on his work back in the cafe.
On his way out, his eyes fell upon the pretty red roses of the neighbourhood and he could not help himself from plucking one for his beautiful wife.
