I woke up the next morning to the sun shining in my face. I got up, feeling well rested. I got out of bed, careful not to wake Eric. He was so tired nowadays, and I felt guilty, thinking its my fault. I mean, I have caused all this stress for him. I was so sad for him. I decided to make him home made pancakes and sausage, like my mom used to make for me. Of course, eggs have to be in there. So, I got the ingredients, and started making it. I was humming Somebody, from Lemonade Mouth, as I was mixing the batter. I found sausage patties in the freezer that were a couple days from expiring, so I cooked them. I flipped the pancakes on the skillet, then I started making the eggs.<br/>I finally finished, and he hadn't woken up yet, so I put it on the table, setting two places for us. I put two glasses full of milk on the table.<br/>I sighed. I hoped he liked it.