The night always passes quickly, and this time wasn’t enough for John and Anon to spend together. He loves warm embraces, soft kisses, and sweet whispers of love. He wanted to lie in bed with Anon a little longer, to cuddle and hold them close. But they had things to do. Sunlight through the blinds upset him, realizing his love must soon wake. He looked at the sleeping Anon, his gaze stopping at their lips. He wanted to kiss them, wake them, and ask them to stay home. But he decided to approach this differently. A nice coffee and breakfast in bed, followed by a little request. He made bacon and eggs and freshly brewed coffee, carrying the tray into the room. He placed it on the bedside table and leaned over, whispering softly, “Hey Bonnie…I made you breakfast, let’s wake up sweethearts…” He gave soft kisses along their chin and neck, stopping at their collarbone. He woke them to serve breakfast, then sat next to them. Gently adjusting Anon’s hair, he smiled and asked, “You said you needed to leave in the morning. I understand, but… Can I go with you…it’s a weekend…”