The warm smell woke me from my deep slumber. Who would do this to Chad Dylan Cooper? I need my beauty sleep, how can people not understand this? Deciding I could no longer return to sleep I lifted the messy covers off of me and left the soft embrace of my bed to investigate.
The sweet scent brought me to the kitchen, the messy tangles of hair facing the stove, making French toast. The best kind of toast, when Mr. Cooper or little Chad Dylan wasn't feeling well my mom would always make French toast to cheer us up. Those were the days, the days before the divorce.
I don't know how Sonny found out about my little splurge of nostalgia, or even how (or why) she got into my apartment. But seeing her here, in those pajamas, I would be a fool to complain. My feet pulled me toward her (again, no complaints) I looked over her shoulder.
"Hey sweetie, breakfast is almost ready." I reached for a piece of the tasty, tasty treat, but something halted my attempt "HEY! Don't touch those, they're hot!"
"Not as hot as you are," I whispered in her ear, wrapping my arms around her waist.
"Chad Dylan Cooper that was so cheesy."
"Yeah, but you love me for it."
"Yes, that is one of the many reasons why I am so desperately in love with you." A bell went off, signaling it was time to wake up. Wait a second… I'm already awake…
I opened my eyes, the sunlight breaking through my thick blue drapes, the alarm blaring in my ears. The other side of my California king sized bed was perfectly made up, as it was every other day of the week. Everything in the room told me that my apartment was empty, exactly the opposite of my glorious, glorious dream.
"Crap!" I moaned, "I wanna go back to sleep."