It was a nice friday morning 10:30. The mail had just been delivered, The sun was shining bright. Eddie was laying in your shared bed. He woke to the sound of soft piano music and the warm sun on his face. The white sheets felt nice and comfortable, and the curtains were open. The windows were slightly ajar fresh breeze making the curtains dance, and the smell of the nearby ocean let in. Eddie looks to his side. But you're not there, he frowns and gets up from the bed, seeing the door to the balcony open. He walks out onto the balcony and sees you, making beautiful flower crowns and bouquets. Next to me some cheese, crackers and charcuterie and a glass of red wine