So I woke up today. And it was one of those perfect mornings. As soon as I opened my eyes, I realized that the sheet I was covered with has gone under the bed and the window shutters were open so it must’ve been the sunlight that woke me up. I looked at the old fashioned alarm clock on the night table. It was 7:30 am. So I moved my feet a little, tried to pick my head up off of the pillow but I suddenly felt an itching headache in my forehead and quickly returned my head to previous position. I don’t know when I had fallen asleep, but I remember it was dawn. I look around my old fashioned room in a small French apartment. There was a pile of clothes on the floor from last night, two long white socks hanging on my wooden rusty chair. There was also a necklace on the floor, which I usually do not take off unless I go to shower. There was a blue towel right next to the shirt I wore last night and only one converse shoe on the chair. God knows how it ended up there. I sat on the bed and looked in the mirror. My hair was all fluffy and my bones were peeking out of a loose white shirt which was clearly not mine. Fortunately, I knew whose shirt it was which made me smile after reminding me of what had happened. In that very moment, while I was going through the pictures in my mind, I heard the steps coming towards the door. The door crackled and opened slowly. He entered the room in his white and tight undershirt, carrying two large cups of ice coffee. “Bonjour. Une tasse de caffe pour toi, une pour moi”, he said and kissed me so softly I could instantly melt over that coffee. But I didn’t, which set me up for the next thing he said while looking straight in my eyes. “Tu es mignonne”, he added and took a sip through a straw. The coffee was cold as ice with a touch of tiramisu flavor, just as I like. I sat there, still looking at him and not believing that he was actually there in my room, talking nonsense and enjoying morning coffee with me. I couldn’t resist, I jumped over and hugged him as hard as I could. In a moment I thought his chest was going to break, but I couldn’t stop. It was happiness that was spouting out of me. I looked at the clock again. 7:45 am and the roses on the window were shining under the morning sunlight.