He woke first and started to prepare breakfast before returning to wake her. The sun was just starting to peak over the horizon and around the buildings and trees that surrounded the apartment. She groaned and borrowed further beneath the blankets. When breakfast was complete he brought it into the bedroom on two separate plates, placing one on the bed next to her as he took a seat at the foot of the bed and began to eat off the other. He ate quickly with his hands in lieu of a fork. 'Breakfast is ready' he said through a mouthful of eggs. She muttered the word 'coffee' in a tone of both question and demand. 'Gotta sit up' he replied and went to the kitchen, eating as he walked. When he returned with two cups of coffee she was leaning back against the wall between sleep and stupor. He passed her a mug and moved her plate to the nightstand before sitting on the bed next to her. She breathed her coffee and mumbled 'Damn it feels early' before taking a sip. He said, 'Yeah, it is. And we probably shouldn't have finished all the wine last night. But we have a big day ahead, I want to get going early.' She looked at the plate on the nightstand next to her. 'I don't know if I can eat this.' He nodded, 'Just drink the coffee then, I'll eat it. We can get food later if you're hungry.' She stared into her coffee and after a pause asked 'Do you really think this whole thing is a good idea?' He turned his head to look at her and then looked forward. 'If I think too much about it I get terrified. But it feels right, doesn't it? So fuck it.' She smiled and looked at him. 'Fuck it' she agreed.
