Personal Narrative: The Living Room

The morning sun hits me through the windows and I force my eyes open only to see my beloved beside me. His pale face contains a pair of smiling eyes and saliva that’s coming out of the tip of his lips. I couldn't resist but to place a gentle kiss on him while removing the sticky water off of him. Soon I slowly pull myself up in a sitting position next to him. Trying not to wake him up, I turn my head to the panda holding the clock that is showing 7:38 in the morning. I massage my sore arms as I move quietly out of the room. The bright sun lightens the living room as I close the room door behind me. What a great start in the morning with the warm sun shining. I quickly washed my hands in the kitchen sink, which is right next to the living room. Then I
"If you don't believe me take a bite yourself." I put the porridge into my mouth and close it. In a flash of second, he crashes his lips onto mine and my eyes widen as he suck out the porridge from my mouth. "Hey!" I whine and immediately blush at his action. "Now you can eat by yourself!" I say. "I love you," he says apologetically and smirks as he uses the chopsticks to pick up the side dishes and place them into my bowl. I smile to signal forgiveness. Then I pick up the spoon and feed both of us porridge as he chooses the side dishes that go with every bite. In the end, we only finish one bowl of porridge because we wasted so much time feeding each other. It's eight forty-five and he is still in his pajamas! I quickly point him in the direction of our room to go change while I clean up the table. Not long after, I hear his footsteps and turn to watch him walk out of the room in a grey suit and his tie undone. I continue to wash the dishes until I feel two hands sneak up around my waist. I jump a little as he catches me. “Oppa you scared me” I say as I finish cleaning the last pair of chopsticks in the sink. “Sorry my scarily cat,” he says. I smirk at his apology and wipe my hand on the kitchen