We are having breakfast in bed and despite myself, I am enjoying myself.
The sun is out bright, sky peppered with the chirps of morning sparrows jumping about the opened balcony. And I had sprung out of bed immediately to brush my teeth as Elian got the elements ready for our breakfast, throwing back the blankets to make space for the tray to be set down. The covers and the bedsheets are mushed into wrinkles as a reminder of the soft warm glow of yesterday night. I was in a particularly good mood, mainly because I slept well yesterday. I hop onto my slippers and into Elian's bathroom where I had slipped in my brush last night in preparation for today morning. I am glad for this turn of events and I can't wait for it.
