I woke up before Elena, the early morning light filtering through the curtains casting a soft glow across the room.
She looked peaceful, her chest rising and falling with each steady breath. Her hair was a mess, strands sticking out in every direction, but she was still beautiful.
The sight of her like this so relaxed, so utterly herself filled me with a warmth I couldn't quite put into words.
I quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her. Today felt like a day to do something special for her.
After everything we'd talked about the night before, I wanted to show her how much she meant to me. And what better way to start the day than with breakfast in bed?
The apartment was still and quiet as I padded into the kitchen. I took a moment to glance around, gathering my thoughts.
I wanted this to be perfect, which meant it couldn't just be thrown together. No, it had to be something that showed effort—something that would make her smile.
