The cutlery dropped to the floor, Taylor awoke from his deep slumber. When I was adding sweetness to my tea, the teaspoon dropped down by accident. As I looked at him, he was seated in his bed, rubbing his eyes.
It is now 10:30 a.m., and lunch will be served shortly. Breakfast isn't my favorite meal, but brunch is. I also don't want to wake Taylor up too early in the morning because we both slept late the night before. We were chatting about nothing in particular and laughing at the party guests when they did something amusing.
Taylor swayed his feet at the edge and proceeded to freshen up in the bathroom, while I continued my tea time that I asked for tea when I awoke at 8 a.m.
At the dining hall, my mother was waiting for us. We were going to have lunch with her colleagues be
