the alarm sounds and he sleepily looks for his phone which doesn’t seem to be by his pillow the way he arranged it before he fell asleep
the persistent alarm becoming louder with every second it isn’t dismissed
finally, he finds his phone and silences it
by this time, the girl who had been blissfully in her slumber had now awoken and was squinting at him with the hair in her face as it took him what seemed like ‘forever’ to shut the phone off
he smiles, her smile follows
she stretches and sits up in a criss cross fashion scratching her arm
he imitates this and pulls her closer to him
it’s saturday and the tradition is they don’t sleep in on saturday mornings, they like to be productive on their weekends
questioning the genius behind this commandment, she whispers “good morning”
:”hey cutie” he responds. “i’m loving the hair this morning”
:”take a picture, it’ll last longer” she sarcastically remarks with a quick little kiss and abruptly jumps out of bed and runs into the kitchen
he smiles because she’s always like this, always on the go and he can’t help but fall in love with her little tendencies. he runs after her
she loves coffee. the taste, the smell, the overall feeling it gives her especially early in the morning
she picks her favorite mug, the one with sunflower embellishments
none of their dishes match. they are collectors of plates, bowls, cups, and mugs
he doesn’t prefer coffee, he’s already full of adrenaline so he doesn’t need the caffeine. he opts for orange juice.
he sits and watches her as dances in front of him wearing her big t-shirt and undies decorated with penguins. he smiles as she comes closer and takes a seat on his lap
she kisses him, he kisses back
this exchange becomes heavier and heavier until Nesbit knocks his cup of orange juice off the table.
they stop, look at cat who’s committed not one, but two atrocities and she pulls out a .38 pistol from under the table and kills Nesbit.