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I waited to hear the front door of the house close.

I closed my door and entered the bathroom to finish brushing my teeth.

I changed into fresh clothes and approached Ethan to admire him sleeping once again. I wanted to wake him up and kiss him, but from the tired expression on his face, I couldn't bring myself to do it.

It seemed like this morning "nap" was going to last a while, so I decided to go get something to eat.

Knowing that my father probably hadn't left me anything prepared for breakfast, I went to the speakers in the living room and played some music at a moderate volume, knowing that Sleeping Beauty was upstairs.

I focused on cooking something simple and quick—French toast with scrambled eggs.

While cooking the meal, I got lost in the music playing downstairs.

I closed my eyes from time to time and sang along in parts that didn't require reaching too high or too low notes, as I knew my house had enough glass to warn me that people who couldn't hit high notes weren't allow