I've been anticipating this day for weeks. You've been so busy with work and college lately that we haven't been able to spend much time together. It was the first Saturday in two months that we were able to sleep in.
I felt the sun hitting my face through the cracks in the mini blinds it was shining in my eyes as though to hint to me to start our day. I look at the clock, seven minutes after ten I look back at you, so peaceful, and wonder how to wake you up this morning.
I thought that breakfast in bed would be nice, so I carefully crawl out of bed so as not to wake you up. I make my way down the hallway to the kitchen. Looking in the fridge, the choice of breakfast is plentiful it's all a matter of what I want to give you. Shifting things around on the shelves I spot what I want, reaching back I grab the grapes and the container of strawberry's nothing like a healthy breakfast. As the door begins to close something catches my eye, the can of whip cream...
I start thinking back to when we first met we were both so willing to try new things, different places. Remembering the night we stayed up all night feeding each other grapes, talking, making love. I couldn't help but grab the can before the door closed completely.