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Some days you find yourself asleep without a care in the world, and then, there are days where you wake up a lot easier than you’d like. Today is one of those days. You think it’s close to the time your husband needs to wake up for work. 4 am. Ugh, you still don’t know how he does it.
You move around in bed trying to find a good position, all the while trying not to wake Albert up. You decide to lay on your side, facing him. You wish there was a little light in the room to admire his face. But it’s winter, along with the cold weather, the sun’s not rising yet.
Despite that, you adjust your eyes to the darkness and look at him. He looks so very comfortable, which only makes you question how this man is able to get out of bed so goddamn early. His hair still looks perfect, one or two strands are out of place, regardless he still looks good. You wonder if you can ever catch this man with a bedhead. You silently chuckle at the thought, trying to imagine Albert with a bedhead.
Albert’s hand twitches, which immediately makes you freeze. When he makes no other move, you can finally breathe again. You decide that you don’t want to bother him before he has to wake up, so you try to go back to sleep again. Keyword, try, but you can’t. You think it’s better to just get up and do something productive. Maybe you could make breakfast for Albert this morning?
It’s not something you do for him on a regular basis, despite your insistence on it, he doesn’t want to bother you that early. He’s more than okay with making something light for himself, although you did notice the way his eyes lit up at the suggestion. Perhaps you will make him breakfast.
You get out of bed slowly, trying not to wake him. You go to the bathroom and brush your teeth and wash your face. At some point you hear Albert’s alarm go off. You leave the bathroom to find him sitting in bed.
You smile, “Good morning, sleep well?”
“Hm, why weren’t you in bed?”
You sit on the edge of bed, “Couldn’t sleep.”
You hear Albert’s alarm go off again, “Why do you have two alarms on? You’re always usually awake by the first.”
With your back facing his face, you’re not able to see the slightly embarrassed look on his face. What was he supposed to say? That he has two alarms set five minutes apart just so he can enjoy the last five minutes before he has to head into work. And today was the first time he was not able to get those five minutes with you.
“Just for precaution.” he whispers, his head resting on the back of your shoulder.
You hum, turning your face to look at him, “What are you craving this morning?”
He groans, “As much as I’d rather enjoy the breakfast you make, I’ll have to go with my regular. I would appreciate it very much if you were to make lunch for me though.”
“Of course! I’ll go get it ready for you then.” you say happily.
As you move to get up, Albert’s arms wrap around your waist, “Five minutes.”
“Albert, you have to get to work too.”
“I’ll just have to hurry up. I need five minutes with you.”
You smile and lay down with him. He savored every second of those five minutes before he had to head into that godforsaken place.