“Hey.” You smiled.
“Hi.” I replied with my eyes half-opened, trying to lift the muscles on my face to present a smile.
“Good morning.” Your smile now carried a hint of tease, your tone remained gentle as always.
“Would you like some oatmeal?” I was finally awake enough to give a normal warm smile.
You kissed my forehead lightly, said with an evil smile,
“Can I have it after the sex?“
I smiled with my eyes rolled, patted your face a few times, got up and walked to the bathroom.
I washed my face, changed to my lounge wear, tied my hair up to a bun and walked towards the kitchen
You were still in bed, looked at me with an unique smile...almost with a bit of pride.
I responded with a polite yet embarrassing smile, opened the bag of coffee
You took a deep breath, stretched your arms, exhaled with a satisfying smile,
“Mmmmmm…..the smell of fresh morning coffee.”
I shook my head and gave myself a bitter smile.
It is all in my imagination.