I woke up to quiet - real, heavy quiet.
It pressed in on my chest before I was even fully awake. The other side of the bed was empty, and the sheets next to me were cool and untouched. No movement or sound, except the low buzz of traffic drifting through the window.
For a split second, my brain spun out. But then, I smelt coffee. I picked up the scent before anything else registered.
I sat up, covers sliding down, and that's when I saw the tray perched on the nightstand with toast, scrambled eggs and sliced fruits, and a mug of coffee.
There was a note folded in half, slid slightly beneath the tray.
“Good morning, Shina.
I had to head out early for a meeting, and I didn't want to wake you up. Hope you slept well. I made you a simple breakfast with love and I hope you enjoy every bit
