I sit up with a peaceful sigh, breaking the quiet of the room in the early morning. Only small birds chirping outside is heard. Squinting at the sun peeking through the curtains, I stretch my arms and back a small bit. I get out of the bed, picking up the oversized shirt, tossed on the floor from the night before. I put the shirt on, the hem falling a small way below my butt, it showing if I stretch. I softly tiptoe my way out of the small bedroom. I open the white wooden door and close it as quietly as possible, walking into a slightly larger kitchen. Goosebumps forming on my thighs and upper arms as I walk across the wooden floor with bare feet.
I gently open the silver door of the double-doored fridge-freezer. I pull out four eggs from the shelf, as well as a packet of already opened bacon from the bottom of the meat drawer. Silently I close the fridge door and walk over to the onyx stove top, attached to the off-white marble bench. I place the bacon and eggs down and turn the stove nozzle to about half heat. I grab the frying pan out of the cupboard to the left of the stove putting it on top of the heat. Skipping over to the other side of the kitchen I pull out a half-empty bottle of oil from the wooden pantry. I pour a small swirl of the translucent yellow coloured liquid into the bottom of the frying pan. I place four small strips of bacon into the black handled pan, bouncing a little as it pops and sizzles. Humming 'All About Us' by Owl City.
I flip the bacon and crack two of the eggs into the pan, watching the clear part of the egg slowly turn white. Serving the first lot of eggs and the strips of bacon, I reach for the next lot of eggs. Only to jump in fright as a pair of arms snake around my waist holding me close. A raspy chuckle from behind makes me frown slightly, suppressing a giggle. Once I get the eggs I step back slightly leaning against the owner of the arms. I sigh happily, only standing straight after many moments. I crack the second lots of eggs into the frying pan, arms still wrapped around my waist. Once cooked I place the eggs on the plate containing only bacon. I turn around smiling into the almost instant peck on the lips I receive from the person in front of me. I wrap my arms around the neck of the taller young man before me. I smile, peaceful, content and in very much in love.
