Breakfast with Boyfriend
By Sam, age 19, Massachusetts
Sweet Designs Staff Intern
Sweet Designs Featured Writer
Though she blamed the morning light streaming through the curtains of her window for waking her, she knew truthfully that wasn't the case. She could have just as easily turned over, cuddled into the warm, open arms embracing her, and let the grace of sleep lingering in the corner of her eyes whisk her back to dreamland. The opportunity presented itself openly. It taunted her, seduced her, but her ever-ticking mind continued to pound away. The loud thumping of thought chased away her flittering fantasies and she remained awake.
Trying not to disturb the sleeping figure lying beside her, she carefully snuck away from the draped arm and cocoon of blankets surrounding her. The cool spring air hit her skin instantly and a small shiver raced down her spine. She quickly scavenged across the cluttered bedroom to find something warmer than her tank top and pajama pants, only to ungracefully put on a pair of mismatched dirty socks and old sweatshirt she found on the floor. Satisfied with the extra layering, she turned to her sleeping partner. He remained motionless. With a small smile sneaking onto her face, she quietly exited the bedroom and headed to the kitchen.
It took twenty steps to get from her bedroom to the kitchen of her small apartment. The early morning sunlight bounced across the tacky yellow tiles making her kitchen look alive and welcoming. She stumbled through her cabinets, scouting across her various boxes, bags, and cans, waiting for her stomach to sound its song of desire. After minutes of parading past bagels and pop tarts, she finally decided on a box of bland cereal. She set up a bowl and a spoon and let the cereal swim in a gracious amount of milk.
He walked in just as she swallowed the first spoonful. He lingered in the doorway, stretching his arms over his head, his dark hair still ungraciously tangled from the night before.
"Morning," he greeted sleepily.
The spoon had already found its way back into her mouth again, so she attempted to smile a return greeting only to have a trickle of milk stream out of the corner of her mouth. She quickly covered her leaking mouth and snuffled her embarrassment with a giggle. Her clumsiness caused a smile to perk up his lips.
He lazily sauntered into the kitchen and pulled out a spoon from a drawer. He scooted a second chair next to her and plopped into it. They shared an early morning laugh as he used his spoon to snatch a scoop of cereal.
"Hey!" she yelled, pulling the cereal away from him. "Get your own!"
"But baby, you always make the best cereal," he said, pulling the cereal back between them.
A few waves of milk crashed over the side of bowl as they pulled the cereal back and forth between each other. Then they engaged in fencing of the spoons to fight for dominance of the bowl. The fight finished quickly, and they settled for a stalemate.
She knew then, clinking each other's spoons as they shared a bowl of cereal, that she loved him. Love, loved him.
She wanted to tell him right then. She could feel her cheeks brighten in excitement, sitting there, smiling and laughing over breakfast. She saw the look in his eye, and she knew he felt the same way. So she let the desire slide and enjoyed the moment of eating breakfast with her boyfriend.
