A Morning Visit

This morning I woke up to the smell of coffee. 

It was a surprise because I didn't think anyone else was at home. I went into the kitchen and sure enough, the coffee pot was brewing. There was a note tucked between the sugar bowl and the creamer.

It was from Gregory, "Don't make any judgments about my rearrangement of the living room until we have had a chance to talk about it." I looked over my shoulder and sure enough, Gregory was sitting in his favorite chair, which was located in a new place as he had promised in his note. 

I looked around the living room and the new arrangement wasn't half bad. I was not awake enough to get the full impact of the changes. Gregory's back was to me as he explained that he had gotten home early while I was out of town.

He came over and began to hug and kiss me. "Stop," I said. I am still half asleep.

"No, I will not stop," he replied. "I need my morning kisses!" I laughed and allowed him just a little bit of loving.

I had some trouble pouring the coffee as the pot was poorly balanced. It was a new pot he had purchased, I asked if he still had the receipt so we could return it, and commented that while he was gone I also had bought a new coffee maker.

Then, this morning, I woke up.