A Cup of Morning Coffee: Early Daydreams of a Sunday

"Ever wonder what you will do for the rest of your life? I have these moments, especially when I'm having my morning coffee on a weekend. Why on a weekend? I'm not very sure but perhaps I always have all the time in the world on weekends since I have no work tasks to bother me."

Most of the time, thinking of a life in a cozy home with my future husband is what I think of. I always picture myself waking up beside him with our dog greeting as with licks and kisses. Maybe waking up around seven and have a great morning make-out or sex? Of course, a nice bath right after. We will go downstairs to cook our breakfast of egg, bacon, fried rice, and freshly brewed coffee. We will have breakfast at the table set up in our back patio facing our beautiful backyard garden with our two cats perched on the beam of the patio rails judging us for having breakfast before them.

Thirty minutes past eight, maybe we're all done in washing the dishes and the cats and dog are already done with their breakfast. It's time for our in-door hobbies. I'm definitely be reading a book or probably writing another entry for this blog and my husband doing his own thing as we sit on a cozy sofa in our living room while our cats bully our poor dog. After some time, maybe we'll receive a catch-up call from our relatives or friends and talk about things that happened between their call and the last time we talked, which will probably be a week ago, and ultimately reminding us of a lunch or dinner with them in the next few days. Or maybe, it's our turn to host the Sunday dinner and they can't wait to be in our home.

After realizing that it's almost 11, we decided to end the call and remind everyone of what to bring to our in-person catch-up. My husband and I will go straight to the kitchen and decide on what to cook for lunch. After an hour, lunch is ready and we decide to take a bath first before eating to free our bodies from the sticky feel of our sweat and the grizzly heat of the mid-afternoon sun.

It's one in the afternoon and we're done with lunch and just want to lay down and watch a movie as we try to doze off for our siesta with our dog and cats sleeping on each side of the bed as the AC blasts its cold air. Around 30 minutes past three, our alarm goes off and wakes us up to be reminded that tonight is a special dinner so we have to prepare early to be able to serve it at seven.

As we take a light snack while preparing the ingredients of the dinner that we decided on at least a week ago, we talk about the things that we need to do in the coming week. Perhaps, a mid-week dinner with a friend or a former colleague to talk about investments and maybe future travels with them. It's five o'clock and we're ready to cook dinner. After a few minutes, we hear the ring of the doorbell and a text from an expected visitor. My husband will be welcoming our guests while I start the fire of the stove to sautee some onion and garlic to start our planned three-course dinner.

After a few minutes of appreciating our wall gallery and painting collection, our guests go to the kitchen to greet me and hand me the three bottles of red wine that they bring for the dinner. As they politely offer to help in the preparation, I tell them to just have a seat and talk to me as I cook. My husband comes in after getting some ingredients from the basement pantry and joins in the conversation as he helps me with the cooking.

Finally, dinner is almost ready. Since it's a starry night, we decided to have dinner on the back patio. As my husband sets up the table with our first guests, I prepare our food and use our dinnerware collection for special occasions. When the clock strikes six-thirty, two cars pull over in front of our house and a series of rings from the doorbell can be heard after a few seconds. At last, it's the last guests that we're expecting. So I wash my hands, make sure that the stove is already turned off, remove my apron and put it back in its place, and hurry to greet our visitors.

After setting up their bags in the living room, I lead them to the back patio so we can start our dinner. After all the hugs and chit-chats, and everyone is settled, my husband and I decide that it's time to serve dinner. And the night has been filled with the funny stories and laughter of a great company.

Dear Future Husband,

Magandang gabi!

Today is the 8th day of my leave from work. I feel so refreshed already. Probably something on the level of ready to start a Monday at work. But enough about work for today. Let me tell you something more interesting.

I met a guy in person the previous weekend, on the first day of my leave from work. I'd like to think that we had a great time. I had a great time, I hope he had too. We had late lunch, dinner, and brunch, with Netflix and chill. LOL.

He's a lot of things but boring. He's a very sensible person. He knows how to talk and carry a conversation, probably that's because he's a teacher. We were able to talk about a lot of things, from very personal topics to current political and social issues.

Funny thing was, we both couldn't handle our alcohol. With just one bottle of ginger beer, our heads were both spinning. I think that's a good thing? Or maybe not? I mean it's good because at least I know that we're not that of a drinker. The downside would be, who's gonna drink our turns in social drinkings? Hahaha.

I'll tell you more about him in my next letters.

Talk to you soon again,

Ace