Every After Day

     The atmosphere seems to be heavy, it feels like I'm in a movie of some sort. There were people laughing and having fun in a distance. They all feel familiar in an odd way I can't explain. They make me feel loved, and I can see the warmth on their smiles. I was about to approach the old yet stunning lady about the time, but a bright light uneased my eyes. I squirted my eyes and blinked back and forth to see what's happening.       The environment suddenly changed, and I, I'm sleeping with a man beside me?      Startled, I immediately get up from where I've been sleeping on, I guess. A soft piece of fabric dangled across my leg as I stand up. It led to a beautiful white sheet covering a king sized bed. The smell of the fabric distracted me from what's happening that I forgot that there's a man sleeping beside me.       By the time I snapped out of it, the man was eyeing on me. I took a step back and was unsure of what to do next. "Pleasant morning Renaiya my love, would you like a cuppa tea for this morning?", is what the man told me. His voice somehow reminds me of a syrupy pancake, kinda sweet with a hint of salt.       I stood there, still shocked and unmoved, as I don't know what to even say. He asked me if I had a bad dream and I utter out the word yes. He smiled gently and stood up next to me as he cup my face with his muscular and veiny hands.       "It's alright honey, bad dreams happen. Maybe a breakfast would make you feel better?", he told me in a very sweet tone.       I was carried away by him and so I pretended like I know him.       "Yeah sure, a breakfast made by you would be nice." I told him and he guided me back to the bed and walked away.       While he's out making breakfast, I examined and observed the room. There is a large window on my left and the sun shines throughout the room. I believe there is a soft, gentle, and loving touch to this room. It feels like I'm in a romantic movie. The flowers are arranged romantically, the scent of the room smells like a sweet honey, and there were pictures of us on the table?       I stood up to get the picture of us and I'm wearing a white long dress. He's wearing this beautiful black long sleeves paired with sleek black pants. We are holding a white flower bouquet and smiling together, as if we had the world in our hands.       Am I married and had an amnesia of some sort? I do not remember this guy, let alone the picture.       I was busy thinking when he suddenly bring a breakfast tray on the bed and motioned me to join in. The aroma of his dish reminds me of home. The warm smell of what he made ran across the room. Is this heaven? If not, then I don't know what it is.       He took a knife and gave me a piece of pancake, "How does it taste?" He asked me.       "Amazing, it tastes like it's made by a professional cook."      "You silly, of course it is! I didn't pass my culinary school for nothing." As he smiled awkwardly.       Oh, so he's probably a chef, no wonder this tastes good. I wonder if cooking is just his hobby or if he do this for a living too. Judging by his presentation, he seemed to be passionate about it, but I guess he also cook for a living.       "Hey love, you seem to be preoccupied, is it still about the bad dream you had earlier?" He told me, interrupting my train of thought.      "Not really, I was really just mesmerized by the pancake. It's really good." I told him and smiled at him.       I might not remember who he was, but I'm sure he's someone I've known for long. To think of it, this apartment might be ours since it's where we woke up from. But judging by the appearance of the furniture, we might have just moved in or maybe we are checked in at a hotel. I don't know, I'm still confused, but I'll try to figure it out later.       I looked into his face, this time with curiosity. His eye color reminds me of a lake, it's pale yet lively, and his eyes seem so innocent. I ran down my fingers into his copper colored hair, it was smooth and silky. He smiled with his pale, thin lips looked up to me and cupped my face with his hands again.       "Don't do that or I will kiss you." He smirked flirtatiously.       I gulped as he said those words, I feel my cheeks getting warmer and warmer. I'm not sure what to expect, but I closed my eyes and let him do  whatever he's gonna do.