Chapter 28

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Dawn was a grey overcast with a symphony of thunder and rain. The spot to my right in the bed was empty. I didn’t fret, though, since I smelled pancakes, sausage links, and donut shop coffee. Those particular aromas wafted down the hall and into the bedroom where they brushed along my nostrils. Acoustic pop songs played in the kitchen. Pots and pans clinked together. Orange juice was poured. And a warm and fuzzy sensation vibrated throughout my core, which was a feeling I didn’t really want to go away anytime soon. I sat up in bed, dozed off, came to a few minutes later, and saw my prized soul mate on the opposite side of the bedroom.

He appeared out of nowhere still damp from an early morning shower. He smelled like my shampoo and soap, and held a bamboo tray in his hands with our prepared meal. “Breakfast in bed, sleepy head,” he said, and glowed. He climbed into the comforter and sheets with me as he balanced the tray.