The next morning, as the sun begins to rise, I reach up stretching with a sigh. This bed is absolutely amazing. Who ever said you couldn't sleep on clouds. My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. In comes Luc, carrying a tray that smells absolutely heavenly. He places the tray on the bed next to me and I see he spared no expense.
"I wasn't sure what you liked so I made it all. Bacon, eggs, sausage, pancakes,( yes, waffles too) an assortment of fruits, plus orange juice and coffee". Can we say trying too hard? But it's the thought that counts. And boy was there thought. I see now he is going to play hard. Too bad it wont work.
I reach out to grab the tray, when it's pulled from my grasp.
"Uh uh", he says, sitting in it's place, putting the tray in his lap. "I get to take care of you today".
"Im perfectly capable of feeding myself", I tell grumble.
His reply is simple. "I know".