Week 11: It's a Good Day for Breakfast

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As we watch the sun rise from the western hemisphere, I smile at the beautiful sight.

"You were right," I admit. "Coming up here was so worth it."

"I told you it was stunning" she says. "Do you want to head home now?"

"Yeah, sure, but I'm kind of hungry," I respond.

"We can stop by the grocery store on the way and pick up some cereal, I need to get butter anyway."

"Okay," I quickly agree and climb on the back of her motorcycle. She checks that I have my helmet on and tears off down the road toward town.

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After I finish my cereal, I watch as she drinks the remaining brown liquid from her bowl. I rest my head in my hands and just look at her for a moment. "I'm really tired, I'm going to go lay down for a nap," I drawl lazily.

"Okay honey, I'll wake you up in a few hours," she placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, and took our empty bowls to the kitchen. She knows I hate loud noises, so she's sort of become my alarm.

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