I woke up to the sound of quiet. I looked next to me and saw my beloved neighbor still sleeping. I snuggled in close to her as I wrapped my arms around her. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the moment. I loved the kind of mornings when I woke up with her in my arms. I kept remembering all the beautiful times we had together. I also wanted to be ready in case the holiday was a bit different.
This Christmas Eve would be the first one without either of our departed significant others. I think it was one reason why she warned me not to do any presents. My neighbor was still trying to work out her late husband's pension arrangements as well as the survivor's benefit from her Social Security. She rarely ever mentioned it, but it was something I knew about. It was one reason I wanted to move in with her besides the fact she was an absolute fox and I loved her like crazy. It was during my thoughts about the fox that my personal fox started to stir. She looked over at me with that beautiful smile and her eyes twinkling.
"Good morning, baby," she said.
She never called me baby before. I was touched before she pursed her lips together for a kiss. I pressed mine against hers before she pulled the blanket over both of us. I could feel why. It was super cold that morning. We stayed there keeping each other warm as we discussed breakfast. It was then she volunteered something she never told me before.
"Mitchell always loved homemade waffles for breakfast when it's cold like this."
"Is it easy?"
"It's not too difficult. I think you'll like them."