(29) Donuts for Breakfast
My sense of smell has returned; I can smell the donuts again.
I can always tell when I am getting better after a bout of the flu' or a cold etc,
I start to feel myself again. - (You people have one track minds!)
I also start to feel like feeling the boyfriend again.
So I told him at breakfast I was feeling better.
"Anyone I know?" he asked.
I looked at him. This was unusual, the b/f cracked a joke in the morning, before he finished eating his donuts too.
It usually takes him all day to work up to a joke.
Wait a minute, that's the clue, he's not making a joke.
"Oh I am sorry," I say, "but I have been sick, and I didn't want to give you my cold.
erm...How long is it since we..."
"Nearly two weeks," he says looking down at the donut on his plate with almost a lusty stare.
"Two weeks? Two weeks! oh you poor dear, you must be ready for experimenting with inanimate objects."
"Oh No. It is alright, I have you." he says with just the faintest flicker of humour in his gorgeous brown eyes.
"I'll make it up to you, or you can make it up..."
"That would be nice," he says.
Nice, nice? Since when has our unbridled excursions into celebrating the meaning of love, been nothing more than "nice?"
I have my work cut out for me. I'll do the romantic dinner thing tonight, and then a hot tub followed by a lot of cuddling while we watch a movie and then..."
Okay it is the next morning.
We both fell asleep in front of a very boring movie.
Breakfast is looking back at us again. Hot donuts look very tempting at the moment.
"Tonight?' I ask.
"Tonight!" he affirms.
"Tonight, tonight
I'll see my love tonight.."
I love the smell of donuts in the morning.
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