This Tastes Familiar

The morning sun coloured the room with soft hues of gold, throwing a warm glow on Brad's sleeping form. His features, once so familiar, now seemed distant and foreign. I watched him for a moment in his sleep, wondering just how much of him had changed, asides from his memories. I did this with my heart aching with the pain of his lack of recollection of me. I felt a sadness settle within me, and I knew that I had to help him find his way back to us.

With a deep breath, I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. I decided to prepare Brad's favorite breakfast, hoping that the familiar taste might trigger some memories. The aroma of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee filled the air, a familiar, nostalgic scent that had once brought a smile to Brad's face.

As I set the table, I heard Brad's footsteps approaching from behind. He walked into the kitchen, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of the breakfast spread before him.

"Wow, this looks amazing," he said, his voice filled wit