I woke up to the gentle sound of Miho's humming. The small bed I've gotten used to by now pulled me in deeper, but once I heard a rattling sound of plates coming from the kitchen I giggle-grunted and slid out from the comfort of the cotton blanket.
That clumsy girl might break another one if I don't stop her now - I thought to myself. She broke three plates already in past two months.
As I entered the kitchen, my kitten was placing the plate of toast on the small wooden table we bought second hand as soon as we moved into this little sea-side hideaway.
"Right on time," Miho smiled as I hugged her and kissed her cheek.
"Just to make sure that nothing's broken." My teasing was only met with a sheepish giggle.
We sat at the table facing each other. A simple and modest breakfast. A fried egg for me, fully cooked, and four for Miho, sunny side up.
"You are getting better at this." I praised the happy girl.
