Liam
When I opened my eyes, Samantha was conspicuously absent from the bed. I immediately noticed the chill on her side, indicating that she had been up for a while. Glancing at the clock, my eyes widened in surprise.
It was already forty-five minutes past nine—a length of sleep I struggled to remember ever having.
Just then, the door creaked open, and an exuberant Samantha entered, bearing a tray laden with breakfast. Her face beamed with happiness as she greeted me. "Good morning." I sat up, observing her meticulous arrangement of the side dishes on the tray before she carefully brought it over.
"You looked so serene while you were asleep," she remarked, her smile unwavering. "I didn't want to disturb your slumber."
Shrugging off the duvet, I rose from the bed and assisted her in pl
