The next morning, I expected things to be awkward... But not this kind of awkward.
Not waking up and walking out….... Only to find Anthony in the kitchen.
Wearing a crisp white button-down shirt, sleeves rolled, flipping pancakes like it was just another Tuesday.
Meanwhile, I was standing there in blue Mickey Mouse pajamas, a pair of flip-flops that wouldn't stop slapping against the floor, and a glorious mess of rumpled hair.
I should have scrambled back to my room. I knew I looked a mess. And yet… the sight of him froze me.
"Huh… what are you doing?"
Anthony looked up—and then he smiled.
No, not just smiled.
He smiled-smiled.
That kind of smile that lit up his whole face and made his eyes widen just a little.
"Good morning, Alicia."
Huh?
Was this a dream?
Please let it be a dream. The kind I don't ever want to wake up from.
"Please, sit", he gestured toward the stool beside the kitchen counter.
