The smell of cooked eggs, slabs of bacon, and pan-fried potatoes startled Bruce awake.
He thought such amazing food was only a dream, as the time to make such a meal was something he no longer had with all his new responsibilities.
Silvana exited the bedroom bathroom with a pink toothbrush in her mouth and her strawberry-blonde hair in a messy top knot bun. She was in a lacy white nightgown and big fluffy pink slippers, and she looked refreshed and well-rested. Bruce smiled. Any remaining tension in Silvana's shoulders after his massages seemed to be gone.
Bruce rubbed a knuckle to his eye and stretched widely with his big arms.
“Good morning, gorgeous," he said with a massive grin.
Silvana dashed back into the bathroom, rinsed her mouth, clinked her toothbrush to the sink and sa
