. magic of the moment | Zen [Hyun Ryu]
[Name] wiggled around in bed as she slowly awoke from her slumber. Her eyes fluttered open and she took in a deep whiff, inhaling the heavenly scent of bacon and pancakes.
[Name] threw back the blankets and shivered at the sudden cold. Her bare feet hit the wooden floor and she hesitated to get up out of bed, loathing the chilliness that she was sure to be met with.
"Whoa, whoa, hey, whoa," Zen's anxious voice stopped her as he walked in, carrying a try with a plate of the breakfast she had smelled and a little present next to it. "I made you breakfast in bed. You have to actually be in bed for breakfast in bed. Seriously, who's ever heard of 'breakfast at the table'? I mean, that's what most people usually do, but you don't call it that. That would just be ridiculous."
[Name] rolled her eyes, but was actually grateful for not having to get out of the warmth of her large, comfy blankets. She rearranged herself on the bed and sat up. Zen set the trey on her lap and crawled into bed next