Sleep well

Oppa. Please sleep well. I am now doing my homework for Thursday. & I just realised how much I don't know. Thankfully tomorrow is Sunday. Heh. :D

Meanwhile, I'm already thinking about what I'm doing would benefit our future. I'm already thinking about the small little cosy area we can call home. You'll make the bed every morning & I prepare you breakfast for the day. Then I imagine you going to the balcony for a little smoke while I deliver you your orange juice with lots of pulp and coffee dripped by our new gourmet coffee machine, while I hug you from behind and you trying to blow your smoke away from my face. And then you try to shoo me away back into the house while saying "it's bad for you" endearingly. & I refuse to release my hands that are surrounding your beer belly. Then you have no choice but to hug me closer and we start our morning like that. Loving & fulfilling. Then I bring you into the house for a sumptuous breakfast I've woken up an hour earlier to prepare for you. And then you hold my left hand tight as if I would just run away any minute. But I won't. With my right I feed you a mouthful of bacon and some toast. You munch happily and nod your head in approval of a well prepared meal. & deep down from my heart I'm so touched by my efforts all being appreciated and i feel so contented making you happy and full. I've done my morning part of a wife's job. It's the kind of picture photographers would love to document and frame the photos of.

It is the guaranteed kind of warmth and love I can provide for you.

I love you Edward. More than words can say.

I'm not sure if I'll be awake when you are. I'm sorry if I'm not, but in advance, good morning to you love. Have a great day!

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