Breakfast in Bed

As romantic as it sounds, I've always been a lil disturbed by the thought of having breakfast in bed, with dry throat, funny taste in the mouth, I just don't feel like eating the moment I wake up. Or am I just jealous over those who're lucky enough to have their loved ones prepare breakfast for them every morning?
I've been craving for nice buttery french toast over the week, and I offered to make him some for breakfast and he just said no everyday, he didn't feel like eating french toasts. One fine morning, just when I thought it's another day when I would wake up at the wrong side of the bed and had to crawl to work, I was awaken by the most amazing smell from the kitchen. He was making French Toasts! I crawled back to bed and wanted to continue my dream, and there he was bringing the french toasts to me, when I thought I was still dreaming about it.
I swear, that was the sweetest thing..Of course I didn't brush teeth, drank some water and had my breakfast. Though he forgot to add sugar into the egg batter, tasted some soy sauce in the bread, guess it's from yesterday's cooking still sticking on the pan, but I really appreciate the thought of him sacrificing his sleep, setting aside his stuffs...and made me breakfast in bed, my very first one...

We always have the fantasy of celebrating some quiet, romantic moments with loved one with breakfast in bed, this kinda perfect pictures doesn't fail to slip in my mind once in a while...However, forget about the hotel room service settings, though I wake up into my kinda shattered summer house where the ceilings always look like they's gonna fall down on me, what is most important is the company, someone that I can greet my morning to even though I just get off at the wrong side of the bed...

There's no soy sauce or unperfect finishing in this, all I see is a homemade french toasts that is ultimately made up of LOVE...