Breakfast

Smell of rice boiling in water
fills the kitchen, cleaning the air
of yesterday’s fried chicken.
The congee with pieces of dried scallops
bubbles slowly on the stove.

I set the garnishing of ginger strips
and chopped spring onions on the table
and take out the crispy youtiao
from the oven, ready
to colour and flavour the congee.

I turn off the stove and together
with my fluffy slippers shuffle
back to the bedroom.
I pull off the blanket
from sleepy-head and touch
his cheek with my lips.
His eyes open and stare
at me for a moment
like I am an angel in his dream,
before he grab and pull
me down on top of him.

Breakfast can wait.