What happens when you're done for the morning, seen off people, cleared the kitchen, washed dishes, spruced the house and it's not even 7:00am yet?
well, you repair to a still warm bed and suffuse your senses with a second round of sleep, cuz is there really any point to staying awake and living the whole day in this weather.
Of course not.
Finding recesses that still cling to cooling warmth, snaking in slowly and letting sleep take all over you, waking only when the alarm set off beeps silently and the time is almost lateish.. after eightish
Dawdling still half asleep, cursing madly the godforsaken weather and the fact that you've to get on with the day, trying to gather your senses when suddenly the bedroom door creaks open. and yikes!!
Clutching close your mouth, lest your heart jump out, you grab an object nearest to you because this door has no business opening, considering how alone you're in the house, you're stricken with fear unknown and a yelp has already escaped your face, when you see that people are back in the house when they'd left a good few hours back for work.
what what? ah well. turns out some work related blah blahs, but what the what the?
scaring someone so witless is not done.. granted not intentional, but by the gods this heart can take no more surprises for the next millennia or so.
sigh bloody sigh
well, you repair to a still warm bed and suffuse your senses with a second round of sleep, cuz is there really any point to staying awake and living the whole day in this weather.
Of course not.
Finding recesses that still cling to cooling warmth, snaking in slowly and letting sleep take all over you, waking only when the alarm set off beeps silently and the time is almost lateish.. after eightish
Dawdling still half asleep, cursing madly the godforsaken weather and the fact that you've to get on with the day, trying to gather your senses when suddenly the bedroom door creaks open. and yikes!!
Clutching close your mouth, lest your heart jump out, you grab an object nearest to you because this door has no business opening, considering how alone you're in the house, you're stricken with fear unknown and a yelp has already escaped your face, when you see that people are back in the house when they'd left a good few hours back for work.
what what? ah well. turns out some work related blah blahs, but what the what the?
scaring someone so witless is not done.. granted not intentional, but by the gods this heart can take no more surprises for the next millennia or so.
sigh bloody sigh
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