I woke up a quarter after nine with you lying beside me. Our bodies linked and our skin sweaty. I stared at your beautiful face willing you to wake up. After a few minutes, you eventually did.

“Good morning,” you happily greeted me with a kiss.

“Want a cup of coffee?” I asked.

You said yes so I put on my robe and went to the kitchen to prepare coffee for two. Mine has always been sweet, yours has always been black. I also decided that pancakes would be our breakfast for the day. I only have so much talent in the kitchen, but my pancakes have always been perfect according to you. And I take pride in that.

We ate on the white couch in the living room, our favorite spot in our nifty little apartment. As far as I remember, we’ve never had any meal in the dining room; you always complained that the chairs that came with the dining table were too stiff.

As I silently sipped my coffee, I felt beads of sweat trickle down my back. It was too hot a day and I was getting uncomfortably sweaty. So we went back to our bedroom, turned on the air conditioning unit, and cuddled on the bed.

With each kiss, I couldn’t help but think about how I never gave a thought about “forever.” I’ve always believed that we only have now, but if there really is such a thing, if forever really exists, I wish I pray you’d keep me company.

As you stroked my hair, I asked “Will you still love me tomorrow?”

You answered with a kiss on my forehead and smiled.

My morning was complete in an instant.