[CW17] Reprieve and Somber Disposition

Content Notes

Nothing to note today, this story is a soft continuation of Fond Patience.

Reprieve and Somber Disposition

beep beep beep beep

click

I turn around again, it’s too early to get up. Every morning it is too early to get up to be honest, regardless getting up is what I need to do eventually.
Arms wrap around me, I guess my alarm woke her up too. She always says she can just sleep through them, but I never quite believe her — or maybe even in her sleep she instinctively searches for me. I have another alarm that goes off in a few minutes, so let’s just stay like this for a little longer.

beep beep beep beep

click

I turn around again, I can’t escape the day for much longer. She looks peaceful, her hair is everywhere, but she is smiling even in her sleep.
She slides up, lays on my shoulder. “I have to get up for work”, I give her a kiss on the forehead.
A few grumbles of disapproval.
I carefully slide her off my shoulder, and out of bed. Heading to my wardrobe looking for clothes to wear today. A few formal pieces together with something playful is usually enough for me to be comfortable, while still being dressed appropriately for the job.
While I take of my shirt I notice that she is watching me, I don’t mind. I button down my new shirt and think about what I can eat quickly, to still be out on time.

beep beep beep beep

click

I forgot to turn off my other three alarms, thankfully she already looks mostly awake, I would feel really bad otherwise. She pulls my pillow close, and buries her face in it. I head out to the kitchen, I need to leave in half an hour if I want to catch my train.
“Do you want a coffee?” I ask the open bedroom door.
After a few seconds of contemplation, I hear a reply: “No, I’m fine”.
Not worth putting on some then, I’ll just have a cup in the office. I grab something from the fridge and mentally prepare myself to leave.

beep beep beep beep

silence

I forgot my phone in the bedroom. I put down my food and head over to pick it up, turn off my remaining alarms. Entering the room I see her still buried in my pillow, I take my phone off of the nightstand. A quick trip to the time app and finally it will be quiet.
I put my hand on her head, ruffle through her hair: “Don’t stay too long on you’re own, okay?”.
She emerges from her soft hiding space: “I won’t. I have some things I need to get to anyway”, her eyes go cold.
She worries me whenever she speaks like this, she never tells me what it is, but it is something. I sit down at the bedside, brush over her hair: “Something important?”.
She melts into my hand, but after a second she freezes up: “You’d hate me if I told you”.
“I am pretty sure I won’t”.
“But you might”.
I sigh, it was worth a try. I get up from the bed again and head back into the kitchen to finish my food.

As I finish my sparse meal, she sleep-walks out of the bedroom. My shirt almost looks like a dress on her, but I couldn’t have let her sleep in her street clothes yesterday — I already dislike when people sit on my bed in them. She takes the chair opposite of me, sits down and lays down on the table.
I ruffle her hair: “The table isn’t much more comfortable is it?”, I chuckle.
“It is when you’re around”, she glances at me from under her messy hair.
“I do need to head out soon though”.
She looks at me with big eyes: “Take me with you”.
I can never tell if she is serious when she says things like this: “And what would I tell my coworkers?”.
“I don’t know, tell them I’m your pet, people love it when you bring dogs to the office”.
“You are hardly fluffy enough to be a dog”.
“Should I bark?”.
I smile at her, but she would. I get up from the table, if I don’t head out in the next few minutes I miss the train.

I put on my shoes, she’s watching me from the kitchen table, head still resting on it. I get up and take my coat from the door: “Also, please don’t steal my shirt”.
“I would never steal without asking”, she pouts.
“I’m not sure that’s how stealing works”, I slide my arm into the coat.
She gets up from the table as I finish putting on my outdoor wear. She wraps her arms around me, and almost lets herself fall.
I quickly grab onto her.
“When will you be back?”.
“Very late, please don’t stay that long”.
She buries her head into my coat.
I mildly squeeze her.
“What if… what if they hate me”.
I don’t know what this is about, but I can guess: “Why would anyone hate you?”.
Tears start flowing: “I saw on Instagram they were going on a Picnic without me, they didn’t even invite me”.
I put my hand on her face, wipe away a tear as she melts into my hand: “Did you ask your friend why they didn’t invite you?”.
“No…”, her eyes start to avoid mine.
“Did they know we would spend time together yesterday?”.
“Yes…”.
I see, nothing to worry about.
“But they could have still asked me”.
I give her a kiss on her forehead: “I’m sure everyone still loves you”.
Her eyes still avoid me.
I let go of her, I already will need to walk twice the speed to reach my train.
She looks at me again, but doesn’t say anything.
I put my keys into my pocket and open the door. She stands next to me, grabbing the end of the shirt she is wearing. When she looks like this I almost start considering taking her with me, but I wouldn’t even have time to get her dressed.
“I love you”.
I pat her head one last time and give her a smile. I gently close the door, and rush down the stairway.
Looks like I’ll be late. Maybe I should have send her home yesterday.

[CW17] Reprieve and Somber Disposition