Tomorrow morning I slowly woke up, still numb from the dim morning light filtering through the hotel room curtains. Mia was still asleep, curled up against me, her arms wrapped around my waist. Her peaceful breathing warmed my back; I pressed a gentle kiss to her neck, and she shivered without opening her eyes.
Carefully, I tried to slip out of bed on tiptoe, hoping not to break the magic of the moment. But even half-asleep, Mia softly tightened her grip around my shoulders. I smiled silently. Seeing her hand instinctively seek mine moved me deeply.
Not wanting to wake her too soon, I let her sleep a little longer. Fumbling on the nightstand, I found my phone and checked the time: we had forty minutes before class started. Despite the ticking clock, something inside me urged me to savor a little more of this suspended moment.
Eventually, I slipped out of bed, wrapping myself in the towel I had left draped over the chair. Mia shifted slightly with a soft groan but didn't open her eyes, only fluttering them when she noticed my smiling face.
"It's time to get up," I murmured teasingly.She stayed frozen for a moment, her blue eyes still veiled with sleep."Mmmm…" she mumbled, her hair tousled across the pillow.
I stroked her cheek, and she offered me a faint smile, her eyes loving and a bit dazed. Quietly, I crept from the bed, avoiding the creak of the slats.
Mia gradually emerged from sleep as I reached for the phone on the desk."Room service," I said softly, dialing. The room was calm, bathed in golden light."Good morning, room service," a voice replied. I ordered breakfast: scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, warm bread, some toast, and a fresh orange juice. I thanked them and hung up.
I heard the sound of running water from the nearby shower as I stepped into the bathroom. The warm water flowed over my drowsy body, awakening my senses. The scent of herbal shampoo filled the air.
My thoughts drifted toward the busy day ahead: the packed schedule, the classes, the tasks I still had to complete to execute my long-term plan. But the hot water urged me to let go of those thoughts, just for a little while. I took a deep breath, enjoying the calm before drying off quickly.
Back in the suite's kitchenette, I found only a few ingredients at hand. Luckily, there were eggs and bacon in the mini-fridge. I toasted two slices of bread while the bacon sizzled in the hot pan, releasing a deliciously salty aroma. I beat the eggs with some milk, salt, and pepper, and poured them over the bacon. The omelet puffed up nicely.
I sliced pieces of warm baguette, the crust cracking under the knife. The room filled with the mouthwatering smell of grilled bacon and buttery toast. Morning sunlight cast golden beams across the space.
My heart beat faster with excitement. I could already picture Mia's smile when she discovered the modest breakfast I'd prepared with all my love.
Suddenly, I felt her presence behind me. She stood in the doorway, wearing pajamas, her hair a beautiful mess. Her blue eyes blinked sleepily, then immediately sparkled.
"You did all this… for me?" she asked, still groggy but full of gratitude.
I nodded with a shy smile, touched by her awe. I handed her a plate with the steaming omelet. She sat across from me and took her first bite, her smile growing wider.
"Looks delicious," I said softly, preparing my own plate."Thank you," she whispered, moved. She laid her hand on mine across the table.
Our silent bond deepened. We shared the meal mostly in silence, our tender gazes breaking up each bite. Sometimes I cut a piece of omelet for her, and when our fingers brushed, the smallest touch reminded me how precious every detail of this morning was.
Mia blushed slightly when I told her she looked beautiful waking up. She laughed and said she felt like she was dreaming. Her eyes sparkled, and my heart melted at her honesty.
Time passed too quickly. We finished breakfast with joy, still wrapped in the morning's softness. But the clock reminded me of reality: we had to head to the train station for class.
I stood to clear our empty plates; Mia rose beside me and slipped her hand into mine. That feeling—her small hand gently squeezing mine—filled me with tender warmth.
Outside, the morning air greeted us. The street was still quiet, broken only by distant birdsong and the whispers of dawn. We walked hand in hand, enjoying our bubble of affection.
On the shuttle, we found seats side by side. I slid my arm around Mia as she sat. With the bumps in the road, she leaned into me. I felt her breath on my cheek, then her lips sought mine—a soft, sincere, almost shy kiss.
I held her close, our bodies pressing gently. The outside world disappeared for a moment; only that kiss remained. Mia pulled back a little, a playful and happy smile on her lips.
"We're going to be late for class, aren't we?" she whispered.
I chuckled softly as I let go of her."Doesn't matter," I said tenderly, brushing a rebellious strand of hair from her face."Some mornings are worth more than all the school programs in the world."
I kissed her forehead one last time and turned my attention to the road ahead. My heart overflowed with gratitude and love.
Of course, I had dreams for my future and important decisions to make. But this morning, I realized those dreams only mattered if they made her as happy as she made me.
As the train pulled away, I squeezed her hand a little tighter and closed my eyes. I savored the sweet taste of the present moment, convinced that nothing was more valuable than these simple, shared instants.