a lazy saturday reminiscence

the sun filtered through the blinds of the bedroom, dragging her from her slumber. her lover slept like the dead beside her, an image of a good night's sleep: her hair was strewn across a pillow, her mouth was agape, and her snores echoed amid the otherwise silent bedroom in a reminder that it was teeming with life despite its softness. it was a saturday where they both had the rare luxury of sleeping in, something that was few and far between these days, and they were going to take solace in it. as quietly as she could, she made her way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. her plan was to make breakfast, but after pouring two steaming mugs of coffee she was inevitably sidetracked by a pair of arms snaking around her waist and a muffled "'morning," being whispered into her back. a grin broke out on her face as she turned towards her lover, who was drowning in an oversized green hoodie and an old pair of boxers. the jungle of bedhead atop her sleepy face was a sight to behold indeed.

honestly, with a view as lovely as the one in front of her right now, breakfast could wait. she could stare at this woman for a century without realizing that any time had passed at all. in fact, she'd be happy to do it in the first place.

all of a sudden, her eyes were watering and she couldn't help the way that her breath had escaped her lungs in that very moment, despite the soft mundanity of the scene before her. then again, she had never thought she would make it this point, and the vibrant reality of it left her not just at a loss for words, but with a knot in her through and a struggle to breathe. after all, here she was, standing in a kitchen of a house she owned, with a beautiful, sleepy woman at her side drinking coffee she made the two of them on a lazy saturday morning where there was nothing to do but enjoy the simple pleasure of being alive. the rawness of the moment hit her like a shot of adrenaline - a reminder of not just the struggles of the past but the hopefulness of the future.

that said, there was no time to get sidetracked reminiscing - not when there was a present to live through right then and there. instead, she shook her head, took a deep breath and smiled down at her lover before ushering her towards the stool.

"sit tight, i'm making pancakes!"

in the end, she knew that not every day would be as sweet as this one - some days would be stormy and sometimes breakfast would have to be spent separately on differing commutes. but she would always cherish the moments of togetherness that exist tucked away between the chaos of life because sometimes a shared pot of coffee and some pancake batter is enough to prove that life is worth living.