For the first time in a long time I had finally slept through the night, I was facing the windows watching the sunshine blare through the curtains, such a beautiful view to wake up to in the morning, I remembered who I went to bed with last night and reached out behind me to find that Howie wasn’t there. I sat up in bed and rested against the head board , my left leg out of the cover that I pulled up my body as I sat up. Where was he? Had I done something wrong? Would he come back? Would it be awkward again between us? Before I had a chance to ask myself anything else, Howie walked through the door of my bedroom, wearing only his boxers, his long hair hanging down one side of his head in wet curls, he was holding a tray with toast, bacon and eggs on it, my god waking up to breakfast in bed
