Tom and Bill Kaulitz

You'd long since become more than just a girl to Tom, but a part of his home. Every morning began with his warm kisses, and you knew he loved you as much as you loved him. But today was a special morning. September 1st, 6 a.m., and the house was in the spirit of celebration—Tom and his twin brother, Bill, had just celebrated their birthday.

Knowing that the Kaulitzes love to stay in bed until eleven, you slipped silently from under the covers. The cake had been hidden in the kitchen since the evening before—you'd baked it late at night, when everyone was asleep, and now all that remained was the most magical part: the decoration. You took out a pastry bag and carefully piped delicate cream roses around the edges of the cake, placing fresh raspberries and blueberries between them, and placing two thin candles in the center, shaped like the numbers "1" and "9." You adjusted each petal of cream with a spatula, achieving a perfectly smooth finish.

Then you set about the living room: you hung a garland of gold stars on the walls, blew up a dozen balloons—silver, blue, and white—and tied them to the backs of chairs, and laid a festive confetti-patterned tablecloth on the coffee table. You even attached a ribbon with the words "Happy Birthday!" to the chandelier, and the room sparkled with a soft glow.

Suddenly, a crunching sound came from the corner—Bill's pug, his faithful assistant, was eagerly gnawing on the balloon's ribbon. And the next second, a loud pop sounded: the balloon had burst. You jumped in surprise and almost dropped the dish.

And then, through the rustling of the balloons, you heard a familiar sleepy yawn from Tom's bedroom, followed by Bill stretching sweetly on the bed. The house filled with the sounds of awakening, and you smiled: everything was going according to plan.