The smell of crisp bread wafting out of the bakery. Slipping its way into the open windows of our apartment. I wake to see an empty left side of the bed. You're not there. I get up and put on my dirty pair of dickies that I haven't washed in a week, keys jingling at the belt. Topless walking through the apartment. I see you lying on the sofa tablet in your arms, almost as if you're cuddling it. You've been up working all night on your latest project. You're ecstatic but you're so tired. I fire up the hob and pull out some bananas and sugar. Open the fridge to see my worst enemy, non-lactose milk. Begrudgingly I lift it out of the fridge. And grab some eggs. Banana pancakes it is. She wakes to the sweat smell of my superior cooking skills. She laughs giddily as she hops around my back trying to get my attention while Im working skillfully on my Pikachu shaped pancake. We gobble up what little we have of the pancakes. We rush out of the apartment after contemplating about having a shower (of course I had one). The sun's rising upon the river and the light bounces of the windows of the surrounding buildings. It's Saturday which means a day of adventures. The whole days ahead. And we've got nothing planned but so much to look forward toooo.
