Psych.

Warm.

Winter had reeled around to bite. We had been struck with temperatures that made the arctic seem like a vacation spot. And yet, the world went on. No matter how slick or dangerous the roads, people moved on. As did I.
As you may recall, last February 3rd, I had totaled my sense of comfort. In turn, my courage to drive on ice had dwindled. Although, the truck I now drive is much more suited to ice skate on these roads.
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I woke up in hopes to start a nice day. I remembered I had fallen asleep while talking to my boyfriend last night. I looked over to my phone, he must've hung up. Although, his influence had stayed.
I had been dreaming of him all night and in great detail.
The first dream:
I was standing in the kitchen of a rather large home, the counter tops were marble which paired nicely with the white cabinets and silver accents. The kitchen was adorned with plants, teal objects, stone, and of course our pots and pans hanging above the island.
I looked at the clock, 9:10 AM, and decided that I should start breakfast. Sliding open a drawer, I found my apron and threw it on, also tying up my hair in a messy bun. As I washed my hands, I looked out through the window and noticed this house was in a neighborhood that wrapped around a lake. Kinda like the one I used to live in with my mother. I smiled at the warm memory. Then, I went over and peeked into the fridge, grabbing eggs, bacon, and some beans left over to heat up on the stove. In the pantry, I grabbed potatoes to make hash browns and a box of instant biscuits. I didn't have time to make them from scratch to be honest. After I had everything all set, I got to work. I made the hashbrowns and put the biscuits in the oven first, since they took the longest to cook. On the side, I mashed the beans and put them on the stove to heat up. Then, I felt hands slither around my waist, causing me to jump and tense up.
"Good morning love~" I heard his morning voice in my ear. It sent shivers up my spine.
"Good morning." It was the first time I had heard my voice in such a warm tone. It was as if I had crafted it perfectly for him. He grabbed the sides of my hips and turned me to face him, smiling and craning in to peck my lips. I could taste the clean mint in his kiss. I smiled and chuckled to myself as he pulled back.
"What?" He cocked his head to the side like a curious puppy. Something I found incredibly cute. I shook my head in response and pecked him once more, turning to stir the beans and flip the hash browns.
"Sit at the table, i'll be done here soon." I moved the hash browns off the flame and placed a new pan for the eggs and bacon.
With his head my shoulder he replied, "What if I just want to hold you?"
I rolled my eyes playfully, "Do you want breakfast done quickly?" He nodded, "Then sit." I giggled and pried his hands apart on my waist, arching my back slightly as his fingertips tickled and brushed against my sides. He complied and sat at the table, watching me as I moved around the kitchen and set our plates. "Here you go~" I slid a plate with sunny side ups, bacon, hash browns, beans, and biscuits in front of him. "What would you like to drink?"
"Hmm orange juice?" He said as he looked down at his plate in awe.
"Can do!" I dipped into the fridge for the orange juice and poured him a glass, pouring myself one as well. I then took my plate and sat across from him, sliding over some utensils and relishing in the feeling he gave me with a simple nod. I looked down at my plate and when I looked up the dream was gone.
I was back in my room, the sound of my fan creaking was the only presence. It was around 4:00 AM that I had first woken up. And it was the dream that I remembered most vividly. The next ones had been bits and pieces of something that might had continued from that breakfast. But I couldn't really go and piece them together because I kept waking up.
Either way, it was something I hoped for in our future and I guess time would tell.