*I stir from sleep, stretching slightly not to walk Gordon who is holding me tight. I look at his relaxed face seeing the boy I feel in love with, the man who protects me and the lover who pushes me past my limits. I gently lift his arm sliding off the bed grabbing my robe off the settee at the end of the bed sliding it on, I amble into the bathroom washing the sleep from my face, and brushing my teeth. I head downstairs to clear up last nights aftermath, and the forgotten dinner dishes. I muse thinking has our marriage caught a new breath of fresh air? I flush thinking of what happened on that granite island. I grab a tray out of the pantry to clear up the dinner dishes left overnight on the table. I carry them to the sink sitting them in it. I walk over to the desk picking up the bar-stool and replaced it at the island. I pick up the forgotten clothing and carry them into the laundry room throwing them in a hamper. I grab a cleaner and wipe down the island removing any traces of last night. I fight off a shiver of desire. I walk over to the refrigerator getting out bacon eggs milk and some cheese, to make Gordon an omelet. I lay them next to the cook-top, I pour myself some coffee from the automatic coffee maker. I take a sip of the slightly bitter chocolate flavored chicory, I make a mental to do list for today. I walk back to the drawer where the pans are kept grabbing one sitting it on the cook-top, turning a knob listening to the clicking of the ignition to turn the gas into flame. I add a few strips of bacon to the pan listening to the sizzle. I place the cooked bacon on a strip of paper toweling to let it drain. I crack several eggs into a bowl to scramble them I pour them into the bacon greased pan stirring them to fluff and cook, I lift the pan off the cooking element to swirl the uncooked egg adding it back to the element. I walk over to a cabinet pulling out a plate, sitting it next to the cook-top I add the cheese to melt on the softly cooked eggs, laying the strips of bacon inside, I slide the egg partially out of the pan onto the plate flipping it over. I walk over to the toaster reaching for the loaf of bread sliding four pieces in to brown. I reach over for the butter dish sitting it on the island with the omelet. I grab a knife and fork out of the drawer. I walk over to the buffet to grab a cloth napkin to sit the knife and fork on. I hear the toast popping up I place two pieces on the plate and I add 2 pieces to another plate, grabbing out the homemade jam of the refrigerator. I take another mug pouring it full with coffee. I walk to the bottom of the stairs calling Gordon for breakfast.*
