Roses Diary [S.M]

Hooked on a feeling

It's quiet in the house when I wake up. The spot next to me in the bed is empty.

I rub my eyes as I look over my shoulder at the alarm on the nightstand. 10:13 am.

I let my head fall back on the pillow as I stare through the big windows to the winter wonderland that is going on outside. Around 5 o'clock, John is suppose to pick us up to drive us back to civilization. I honestly have lost track of time. If you ask me what day it is, I have absolutely no idea. Which is rare for me because back home I know from every second of my day how it is spend but here, in the beautiful wilderness of the Canadian landscapes, time doesn't seem to matter.

For the past week, when I woke up, I have a done a little run over from the previous day what have happened, so that I do not forget anything. So, for yesterday we woke up, I cooked us some breakfast, we went for a walk, saw a couple of animals, went for dinner in a 'bar', we finally had sex again... thinking about it only makes my cheeks heat up... and Shawn asked me to marry him. Hold up... he did, didn't he? That really happened right? Or was that a dream? I know that the sex really happened because if the soreness between my legs is just in my imagination, then I really should think about becoming an actress. That is some next level of empathizing.

But did Shawn really asked me to marry him? I think that was just a dream, right? I mean, why would he ask me to marry him? We only are back together for such a short period of time. It is probably just my mind playing tricks on me.

Right?

I stare into the distance for a couple of seconds before I decide to get up and start my day. I really want to know if the whole marriage proposal is real or just a dream of mine. So, only way to find out is to find Shawn. The cabin isn't that big, so finding him shouldn't be a problem.

But ass naked, I walk through the bedroom to the chair in the corner to grab my robe. I wrap it around my body and knot it close.

I point my ears, to locate Shawn's location. On my left a sound of falling object enters my ears, so that would mean that he is in the kitchen.

Soon enough as I walk around the corner, I find Shawn in the kitchen, behind the stove as he is making some eggs. Well no that is a sight I do not normally see.

"Are you sick?." I make my presence known after staring at his clumsiness for a couple of seconds.

His eyes snap up and they land on me. "I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed."

Believe me, I would rather spend the entire morning preparing food for an entire army then to eat something Shawn makes but the gesture is sweet. No doubt in that.

"That is sweet of you but just coffee is fine."

He smirks at me, already knowing why I deny the food but he doesn't say anything. "A cappuccino?."

"You know how I like it." Lately I have been obsessed with adding vanilla to my coffee. It starts to turn into an addiction.

He nods his head, and turn around to the coffee maker in the corner.

"So..."- time to get some answers. "How did you sleep?." I mumble casually as I take a seat on the bar chair.

"Pretty good. What about you?." He response with his back still to me.

"Yeah, good. Anything strange happened?."

"Strange?." He turns around and looks at me with a blank, natural facial expression. "As in...?."

"I don't know."- well, that was that. It was just a dream. "Never mind." I whisper softly.

"Well..."- he crosses his arms and lean against the counter of the kitchen. "There was this thing when I asked you to marry me but other then that..."