I'm sorry

I awoke beside him, not remembering when I went to bed or even if this was reality. The queen size bed seemed to hug us together. The blanket was wrapped around us like the wrapping paper of a present. I carefully snaked my way out of his arms and out of the blanket mess. As I look around, I see the TV still on and playing Harry Potter. I see the remote on the nightstand and I see the beige walls in our room. Our bed is black and white with red accents. I get up and put on my fluffy black robe. Before I know what's going on, I'm in the kitchen, cooking eggs, bacon and sausage links. I turn around to see him just starting to sit at the table. He looks unhappy but...why. All he says to me is "I'm sorry"
I wake up in my blue metal room, on my blue soft bed, with my blue soul left wondering what happened.