Morning…
Thud! Thunk!
Ugh… what's that noise? I groggily blink awake, realizing my hand is free.
Huh? Jiang?
I turn to the side—he's not there. Did he… leave my pinky?
Thuk!
"Ahh—Jiang! What are you doing?"
It's barely 8 in the morning, and there's already enough noise to make the neighbors think I'm demolishing furniture. I'm just about to get out of bed when he bursts into the room.
Tray in hand.
Big, wide grin. Antennae glowing like disco sticks. He's practically bouncing with each step like a kid delivering treasure.
He places the tray on the bed with the care of someone handling radioactive material.
Two… extremely burnt pieces of toast. So dark they might sue for defamation. And a cup filled to the brim with coffee—so strong the smell alone could slap me awake.
"Good morning, sweetheart!" he chirps proudly, right antenna blinking like it's doing a little wink.
…Maybe it is his version of a wink.
God help me. He made me breakfast. Or tried to. And he's adorable.
