The warm autumn sunshine shines warmly on me through the floor-to-ceiling windows, gently stroking every hair on my back. At this moment, I am lying lazily on the floor in front of the window waiting for my delicious breakfast.
At half past eight, the host put breakfast in front of me on time, wearing a pair of fluffy pink slippers as usual. Wisps of white smoke rose from the hot milk, and the smell of gravy and bread crumbs climbed up along the golden light. I sniffed it, and the fragrant smell immediately penetrated my nostrils. I stretched my limbs vigorously and yawned loudly. Then he slowly got up and took a few steps forward. He put his head into the plate and licked the fragrant milk calmly and gracefully.
Very well written, sofa