Breakfast in bed

Even though it's not on my list of things to do before I die.... I've always wanted to have someone bring me breakfast in bed. Sometimes I imagine it. I will wake up in the morning, feeling sleepy and warm with the sun shining in the window. There will be no rush to get to school or work.... and then someone will come in with a little tray with tea and a muffin and I'll sit up and they'll plump up my pillows and I'll drink my tea while reading a book and feel like a million bucks. It would be wonderful.
I've been dropping hints at my roomate, but seeing as she still hasn't got the idea, this morning I decided to take matters into my own hands.
I woke up with the sun streaming through my window, all cozy and warm. I got up groggily and went into the kitchen and put on the kettle. I had planned this out the night before and actually baked chocolate chip muffins. I cut up a nectarine and put my tea and a muffin on a tray and carried it into my room. Then I plumped up my pillows and jumped into bed.
"Oh, good morning, dear! here's your breakfast in bed."
"Why thank you, Heather. What a thoughtful thing to do. Mmmm, I love these muffins! You must have slaved away for hours baking them! And the tea is exactly the way I like it!"
"Anything else I can get for you?"
"Oh, just pass me my book there."
I lay there and read and sipped tea while the day dawned, and do you know what?
It was absolutely wonderful. I always knew it would be.