The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, waking me gently. I stretched out, enjoying the softness of the sheets and the lingering warmth from Carmen, who I knew was probably already awake.
A comforting aroma drifted through the door, and I couldn't help but smile, guessing that Carmen was up early, making breakfast.
I slipped out of bed, wrapped in a cozy blanket, and followed the delicious scent to the kitchen.
There, Carmen was at the stove, cooking with her usual concentration and grace. She wore a simple sweater and jeans, yet somehow looked as sophisticated as ever, hair pulled back and a gentle smile on her face as she glanced over her shoulder at me.
"Good morning," she greeted, her voice a soft hum as she turned back to the sizzling skillet. "I made eggs and pancakes."
"Good morning," I murmured, padding over to wrap my arms around her from behind, savoring the quiet closeness of the moment. "I could get used to this."
