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Morning Glory - part 1
Mystery
So I woke up the other day at 5:45 hearing myself thinking "Hell, this looks like a really nice day! I'd better get myself ready for the kick in the butt life's gonna gracefully give me!" What? You don't wake up at 5:45 in the morning? To... you know... spread you wings and taste the dawns? No?... You know, like the song says it "They call us crazy early birds/Too early never hurts"? No?... Oh, nevermind.
Anyways, while I was stretching my arms and yawning disgustingly inside the cozy enclosure of my messy room, I see the door knob twisting and my significant other busting in. One of these days I'll have to go through the effort of reminding myself why on earth - and when exactly, while I'm at it - have I come to the brilliant conclusion that giving him a key to my apartment was a good I must have been pretty dosed!
"Woman! Put some clothes on, we don't have time for this!"
Could you believe the brass? I mean, sure he's got these wonderful gorgeous arms that my eyes get glued to each times he gets in sight, but it's not like he can just invade in and start giving me orders. With all his burning green eyes and perfect body, no sir, no! Orders are what I am allergic to. So I went all grumpy and crossed my arms, struggling to stretch an affected frown over the way-too-obvious grin.
"Yo, dude! Chill down! You put some clothes on me, if you care. It's not like I was expecting you or anything!"
Then all of sudden he went all berserk on me, wrested me from underneath the blankets with one hand and a couple of clothes of undefined nature and usability from the closet with the other. So he's today's life's kick delivery boy, I thought and headed to the bathroom for a quick clean-up and nearly had my arm broken in the process. It just... got stuck... clutched somehow into some fingers...
"Don't shower, you'll have to do it again when we come back from the shooting."
I'll have to? That sounded like... dunno what. I never got the fractions of seconds to think of it. I had to throw on the first of the undefined pieces of clothing that came to my reach and run to the door, while his voice was already fading down the hallway
"Gloria, you don't want to make me wait with the engine running..."
Anyways, while I was stretching my arms and yawning disgustingly inside the cozy enclosure of my messy room, I see the door knob twisting and my significant other busting in. One of these days I'll have to go through the effort of reminding myself why on earth - and when exactly, while I'm at it - have I come to the brilliant conclusion that giving him a key to my apartment was a good I must have been pretty dosed!
"Woman! Put some clothes on, we don't have time for this!"
Could you believe the brass? I mean, sure he's got these wonderful gorgeous arms that my eyes get glued to each times he gets in sight, but it's not like he can just invade in and start giving me orders. With all his burning green eyes and perfect body, no sir, no! Orders are what I am allergic to. So I went all grumpy and crossed my arms, struggling to stretch an affected frown over the way-too-obvious grin.
"Yo, dude! Chill down! You put some clothes on me, if you care. It's not like I was expecting you or anything!"
Then all of sudden he went all berserk on me, wrested me from underneath the blankets with one hand and a couple of clothes of undefined nature and usability from the closet with the other. So he's today's life's kick delivery boy, I thought and headed to the bathroom for a quick clean-up and nearly had my arm broken in the process. It just... got stuck... clutched somehow into some fingers...
"Don't shower, you'll have to do it again when we come back from the shooting."
I'll have to? That sounded like... dunno what. I never got the fractions of seconds to think of it. I had to throw on the first of the undefined pieces of clothing that came to my reach and run to the door, while his voice was already fading down the hallway
"Gloria, you don't want to make me wait with the engine running..."
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Ilia
sbarski
lovetowrite
