I remember the chirps of morning birds as I smell the familiar fragrance of your pancakes cooking in the kitchen. Sunlight peeks through the your half drawn curtains as I rubbed my eyes to a brand new day. I lay there for a moment longer, lingering in your bed, enjoying the soft touch of your brown cotton quilt on my skin as I breathe in your scent, letting it envelope me. The gentle hum of your air-conditioner puntuates an otherwise silent room, where framed photographs of you and me peppered the glass table beside me. Roses. You bought roses, somehow, the blue ones that I loved, the naturally blue ones like the clear blue sky, so rare, so hard to find, so expensive. I carefully picked it up from the slim cylindrical metal vase, touching the soft supple petals as i let its scent mingle with my thoughts. Silly me, I fell asleep in that pretty white dress, the one with blue floral prints like this one. I stretched and yawned like your little kitten, wondering how absurd I always look in the morning. I opened your wardrobe, peering in furtively, looking for the college shirt I always usurped. I paused for a moment, hearing the soft clinking of utensils being laid on the table beyond the door. Just enough time, you won’t step in. Even if you did... I giggled playfully and quickly slipped out of the dress, letting it fall carelessly behind me, like how the sky changes her colours and clouds at whim. I eased myself in your huge cotton shirt, letting myself get momentarily lost in a sea of muffled whiteness as the excess cloth draped conveniently and modestly to my thighs. I could almost picture myself sashaying into the kitchen then voicing my most seductive lines to your shocked shocked face. Alas, just a silly thought experiment. I looked up at the adjacent mirror, suddenly conscious, realising what a mess my hair was this morning and every other morning. A swift search across your dresser yielded a handy scrunchie I always leave handy. In a few deft motion, I bunned up my wild uncontrollable tresses. At least now I seem more presentable for breakfast, more lovable. I quietly pushed upon the door, wanting to surprise you with a huge hug. Past the familiar corridor of sparkling polish parquet, i tiptoed down the stairs, as it creaked defiantly at my little pet project. I frowned but I loved how you would always play along with my little game, pretending to be oblivious, pretending to be surprised when I held u tightly from behind in my hands. Alas, there you stood, like always, back facing to me in your comfy singlet from our last trip to Thailand. I pounced and you swung around surprising me instead as I yelped like a floundered kitten as you spun me around in your loving arms, letting me fall low but never touching the ground. My heart thumped faster, not from the shock, but from the exhilaration of being happily in your arms. Your face was so close to mine as I gazed deeply into your eyes, those big brown eyes as I saw my silly self mirrored before me. The silly huntress is now wholly at your will. I reached out and placed a finger on your cute button nose and let it linger as you lovingly brushed away those loose strands of hair that had fallen over my face. I saw your sweet lips widen into a familiar grin as your countenance grew larger and closer. Almost naturally, I closed my eyes, shy, conscious as I felt your lips pressed deeply to mine, the comforting smell of love filling my senses. I swooned as you whispered in my ears. "Good morning sunshine, my radiant beautiful Sky". I found myself lost in a plenitude of joy as I struggled with all my heart to capture fully this moment.