Bip, bip, bip

The alarm clock ringing from the nightstand beside the bed is the main enemy on a cold Sunday morning, making anyone reluctant to get up and choose to cuddle with their bed.

Leon woke with a groan, one hand raised and tried to turn off the alarm, feeling and shifting what was on the nightstand before finally managing to turn off the alarm, after knocking over a glass of water.

He pulled back the blanket and opened his eyes, stretching before finally sitting up, reaching out for a glass of water until he realized he had dropped it when he was about to turn off alarm.

Leon snorted and picked up his glass then got up and left his room, going to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.

Taking his coffee cup and placing it under the coffee machine, a small hum was heard as the coffee machine started working.

Sunlight peeked through the window, illuminating the dim kitchen. Leon opened the window curtains and looked out the window, which directly faced the top floor of a shophouse. A shophouse selling books on the ground floor, and a residence on the upper floor, at least that's what he tried to guess.

Leon could see through the open window on the top floor of the shophouse, a room, perhaps a bedroom. Two children were jumping on the bed. He tried to guess how old they were in his head. A 4 year old boy and a little baby girl who looked less than a year old. The baby girl tried to follow the jumps of the boy, who seemed to be her brother, but always failed and fell back down.

Leon shook his head slightly and muttered. "They shouldn't have done that, aren't their parents watching over them?" Leon returned to his coffee machine, took his cup filled to the brim with his favorite coffee, blew on it and took a sip.

Leon looked back out the window, which now showed a woman, wearing a white house dress, with her hair loose. That woman is you. You enter the room, hands on your hips and glaring at your two children, who just giggle and keep jumping. You kept staring at them fiercely, but it still didn't work, only bringing a playful smile to your lips, until you approached your two children, caught them and tickled their bellies.

Leon stared at the scene with a faint smile that he probably didn't even notice, wondering if maybe, one day, he would have a family of his own, but he dismissed the thought.

Leon looked back out the window, staring at the scene and then at you, until he finally realized that you were returning his gaze and smiling softly at him.