The time was 6.28, the day off. There was a rising sun outside the window, and a light fog, since it was quite cold at night. There is a shallow wind, and the puddles are not quite deep. The sun's rays faintly illuminated the kitchen and the rest of the rooms in the apartment. The birds were singing in the morning. It wasn't hot, it wasn't cold, but that spring warmth. Occasionally, the sounds of cars passing through the yard could be heard under the windows. And in the kitchen there was a quiet rumble of dishes, and cooking in a saucepan... Usually everyone sleeps at this time on such days, except Uranus... He was making breakfast. I saw some recipe on the Internet at night, I wanted to cook it, but I waited for the morning so as not to wake Neptune. But because of this idea, he couldn't sleep all night, so he still got up at 5 a.m. and started cooking. Now he's finally almost done. And he makes pumpkin soup. Yes, it's not a very popular dish, but he loves pumpkins, and hoped that the second true pumpkin lover, that is, Neptune, would also appreciate his dish. He tried to do everything as quietly as possible, but the dishes were clearly going against him, and rattled. A couple of minutes later, a sleepy Neptune came out. He rubbed his eyes, yawning. I just got up. He came over and gently hugged Uranus from behind with his eyes still closed. He was wearing a long-haired man's black T-shirt, and it hung on him because of the height difference (Uranus - 180, Neptune - 173) and his gray house shorts. The blue—eyed man shuddered from the unexpected embrace, and then smiled gently, turned and hugged him back, kissing the top of his head. — Sorry, did I wake you up? — he asked in a whisper, because he didn't want to wake him up until the end. He'll send him back to sleep later.