"Come on, love. We'd better get up, Raphy wants breakfast." Michael shook me as I had just been dozing off again.
I propped myself on my elbows and looked at the clock on the table beside the bed.
When I was with Michael, I always woke up late.
"Come on! I'm going to be late for work!" Michael shook me playfully.
"What are you talking about? You don't go to work until three, bitch!" I joked.
"I know. I just want to spend some time with my lover before I go." He laughed.
I smiled at his satire as I dragged myself out of bed. I looked around the bedroom.
"Did you clean?" I asked, frowning.
"Yep. We made quite a mess last night... especially you." He beamed at me. His charming smile brightening up my day already.
I shuffled over to him and kissed him passionately.
I loved how it felt when his soft but firm lips where in sync with mine. We moved together.
"I love you." I said, looking into his powerful eyes. He smiled.
"I love you too." I smiled back at him.
"Come on. Lets get dressed."
We got dressed slowly, watching each other pulling off dirty boxers and putting clean ones on.
We walked downstairs together.
"Raphy? Wakey wakey!" Raphael burst in from the living room as I spoke.
"You want some brekky?" Michael cooed. Raphael wagged his tail excitedly.
"I'll do Raphy, you can do us." He smirked at me, thinking dirty thoughts, but I knew what he meant.
While he poured out dog food, I got out anything anyone could want for breakfast. From cereals and milk to bread for toast to croissants with jam to waffles and pancakes.
"What do you fancy?" I finished getting all the breakfast supplies out of the designated cupboard which we kept them in.
"You know what I fancy." He walked sexily over to me and kissed me again.
When we broke, I looked at Raphy, he was staring at us as if we were mad. We laughed at him and at down at the wooden table.
"Can you pass the cornflakes?" I asked, reaching for the milk and sugar. "Thank you." I poured milk and cornflakes into the small china bowl.
I sprinked a vast amount of sugar on the cornflakes.
"I still don't understand why you do that." Michael remarked, watching as the sugar fell from the jar (I hadn't bothered to get a spoon).
"It makes them turn into Frosties. And you know how much I love Frosties." He smiled broadly at me.
I ate my home-made Frosties in silence as I listened to Michael hum a tune as he ate croissants.
"And what tune was that supposed to be?" I asked between mouthfuls when he had stopped humming.
"Fur Elise." He said, confused. "Didn't you pick that up?"
"I know Fur Elise... and it was not what you were humming." I joked.
"Oh you." Michael said romanically, shaking his head as he got up and went to the cupboard to get a mug for some coffee.