Breakfast Antics

The blue couch was red with fury, and I was silently hoping that the air’s thick menacing feeling couldn’t be real. The only thing that seemed to be left untouched by it was my ring thrown into the corner with the toaster, in the heat of the argument the night before. I walked to it, feeling the pins and needles of the carpets defensive attack in every step I took. I held my hand out, stretching to fit into the seemingly narrowing corner, the ring feeling farther and farther away. Yet, as soon as it was in my hand its metallic coolness over powered its surroundings. I felt safe as a long lost memory emerged from its dank dark corner it lit.
    ... Your arms wrapped around one at a time, pulling me into your warm, safe, loving, embrace. Serenity... My sweet blissful serenity...
    It was fading, and I fought the feelings churning about the room. I slipped it on my left ring finger and then... 
    ... A cool breeze separated us, forcing us to move apart. Was it just for a quick moment, or forever? I wanted to stay in your warm embrace for eternity. As I felt your hand lightly trace my face, I sighed with relief as you pulled me back close. I melted into your touch. I think I started leaning in first but it turned into our first kiss as our lips touched...
    Feeling the ring’s smooth metal, the room cleared. I sat bolt upright in bed, trying to shake off the shock while trying to pry the crust from my still sleepy eyes. I felt for him and he wasn’t there. When the first light of the pre-dawn lit sky danced across the window shades that were closed to the outside world, the bedroom door cracked open. He gave me a kiss. 
“Time for breakfast, sweetie.” He said.
 I knew he had turned off the toaster this time.