My dream

An egg simmering on a pan

Warm smells of batter as they fluff up into pancakes 

Bacon sparking on the stove 

You come to greet me awake but our dog beats you to it with licks and fur my new wake up. As my eyes open I’ll hear muffles of you trying to get the dog down only for me to be happily petting him. You’ll move him aside saying you made me breakfast in bed. I’ll smile, genuinely smile and kiss your cheek a thousand times until it’s imprinted with my lips. I’ll ask you to lay back down with me because I don’t wanna get up but I do wanna be with you. I’ll move the tray to the side and pull you on the bed where I can comb through your hair with my fingers and hug you thank you. As we eat we’ll turn on some cartoon or weird movie you like. Just you and me smiling and enjoying living together. There might be clothes or junk scattered on the floors and maybe we haven’t vacuumed in a couple weeks because “we’ll do it tomorrow” and sure we may have the time right now but I’d rather lay here with you and just enjoy living, resting, waking. Because I work too much and stress too much while you love so much and love some more. 

Our dog, Bowser, keeps chewing up our socks but he’s so cute that while you hide ours I give him a sock every now and then. You keep telling me not too but he just likes them too much for me to stop giving him one every now and then. Some of them are old anyways and I much prefer buying new socks with hearts or cute ruffles on them. 

While we lay here you’ll probably kiss my head several times and ask how the food was, which of course was delicious. It wouldn’t matter if it was burnt or soggy, the eggs not as runny as I like them or my bacon undercooked; because it was made by you and I know it must’ve taken a lot to be able to get up early and make this for me when you sleep in so much. 

After the meal you made me we could get ready together and do errands which coincidentally require us to go to stores we know we’ll buy something else from but there’s definitely a necessity in there. Going to Walmart for groceries only for us to “wander” into the records. Or wandering all of Target even though we only came to pick up my contacts. And since we’re out we might as well get ourselves a nice treat and buy some boba before we go home. Maybe we’d walk around a park for a little while holding hands like it’s second nature. 

How far we’ve come from the beginning when our fingers couldn’t seem to tie correctly. 

Maybe when we got home we’d make something for dinner together. It could be spaghetti because while we were out we saw a nice italian place and now we both craved it. 

While we cooked I’d probably tell you, you look cute in an apron and you’d probably hug me from behind while I stir noodles. And once we get to eat maybe through laughs and jokes you’d tell me I’m beautiful and we’d laugh again because I have sauce all over my face. Even after our laughter died my eyes would still be fixated on you, my mouth would still be curved, and all I could think is just how lucky I am to be with you. And maybe this all sounds like a romanticized normal day but I’d give anything to live it.