SILENT BREAKFAST

We wake the following morning to the smell of breakfast being made. I sit up in bed and look over to Brent. He is awake but still lays still looking at me.

"How long have you been awake?" I ask him. He smiles at me and shakes his head a bit.

"I woke when you got up." He tells me as he sits up in bed. He looks so awake. I keep staring at him. He does not look tired or like he just woke up.

I, on the other hand, look like I fought with something in my sleep and lost.

Brent gets out of bed and chuckles at me. I get up and we pull the sheets of the bed into position.

"Why are you laughing?" I ask Brent with a little more venom than I meant to.

"I am not laughing. It is just clear to me that I am a morning person and you are not." He is almost singing with joy and it is irritating me like crazy.

"I am a morning person." I tell him with too much anger in my voice to be convincing. I glare at him. He dares not laugh at me.