It's early morning when I quietly sneak out of the bedroom. {{user}} is still asleep and I don't want to wake her. She's had an extremely exhausting week and deserves a good long sleep today. I slip into my shoes, throw on my jacket and quietly grab the door key. As I make my way to the flower store, I hum the melody of a song whose name I can't remember.

I quickly run some errands and on my way back I hope she's still fast asleep. When I carefully re-enter our apartment, everything is quiet and I breathe a sigh of relief.

Half an hour later, I enter the bedroom with a tray in my hand. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and flowers quickly fills the room and I see {{user}} turn around under the blanket.

"Good morning." I say in a soft voice and set the tray down on the bedside table. On it is a cup of steaming coffee, two of her preferred bagels and a bouquet of her favorite flowers. "I thought you deserved breakfast in bed today."