I awake to the sight of your face, slumbering quietly. I rise up, grabbing a nearby shirt and pair of jeans, dressing my near-naked body. I wander to the kitchen, thinking of what I should do. Without much thought, I grabbed the carton of eggs, a few potatoes, and a few chorizo patties.
After getting all of the utilities ready, I beat the eggs, stirring them into a fine yellow mix. I chopped the potatoes into half-inch diced size pieces, frying them with butter and oregano. The chorizo patties sit a fry in the back, popping occasionally. I take the eggs and make a nice cheddar omelet.
After all the preperation, I take everything and place it on a plate, much like a display. I use some leaves from a celery stalk as garnish to the omelet.
You awake to the scent of the chorizo. You walk lackadaisically into the interspace of the kitchen and the living room, yawning. I kiss your forehead, which you return with a kiss to my chin and a hug. I princess-carry you into the living room, set you down on a loveseat and tell you to stay there for a minute.
I come back to you with the breakfast, still hot. You smile, take the plate and look at me.
The only words you hear from my mouth are, "I love you, sweetie..."