I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs, and an empty bed. I look out the window to see that the rain has hardly died down. I feel like sleeping the whole day… “Rebecca, are you up?” I hear Tristan call from the kitchen, he probably heard me sigh a hundred times because I don’t want to get up. “I’m up…” I call back. Not long after he pops his head around the corner, and smiles at me. “So how did you sleep?” He asks, “Like the dead…” I responds to him, returning his smile. “well if your lazy ass wants to get out of bed, I’ve made breakfast and coffee…” “What! No! I can’t… this bed is so so warm!” I whine, he shakes his head, and turns to go back to the kitchen. It’s cold so I wrap the throw blanket around me and make my way to the kitchen, plopping myself on the island chair, as he serves
