My eyes flicker open and I’m met with the harsh sunlight through the blinds and a cold place in bed next to me. I yawn and sit up rolling out of bed and putting my feet into my slippers. I hear noises in the kitchen and the smell of pancakes in my nose I pad down the hallway and see you cooking. I sigh, you’re so sweet, but I should be doing this for you. You work too much. I walk over and sling my arms around your waist my cheek resting on your shoulder You don’t have to do that y’know.
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