Where The Daises Bloom

The Sun Always Rises

"Rose!" A deep voice called from downstairs as Rose stirred in her sleep, the kingsized bed swallowing her small frame. The opening in their tan curtains allowed a single streak of sunlight into the room, and it illuminated her perfectly imperfect face.

"ROSE! Get the hell down here!" The talking voice was now a scream. Rose shot up from her slumber and quickly jumped out of the large bed and over to the master bathroom, where she grabbed her pink robe off of the hook on the back of the door, and ran downstairs.

"ROSE! God dammit! Oh, sorry honey.." the voice said when he saw her emerge into the kitchen.

"Sorry sweetheart, I was really sleeping I guess," she chuckled lightly back at the voice. The voice was that of her husband, Micheal. He was taller than Rose, seemingly towered over her 5'6" frame with his 6'0." His piercing blue eyes made hers look like mud. His beard was perfectly trimmed as always, and he was already dressed in his signature black suit and tie for work.

"Can you make breakfast sweetheart?" Mike said as he stopped tending to his eggs and sat down on one of the round stools behind their kitchen island in their all white and grey kitchen. Grey cabinets next to all white countertops, backsplash, and topped off with stainless steel appliances.

"Of course," Rose smiled. Michael was perfectly capable of finishing his own food of course, but now that his wife was awake, why should he have to finish it when she can? "Do you just want eggs or do you want more?"

"Sweetheart, if I wanted more, I would've made you get the potatoes and shit out." He sneered.

"Sorry dear, just wanted to ask."

"Well that was a stupid question. Are they done yet?!"

"Yes, one minute." She replied meekly.

She handed him his all white plate, topped with eggs, and a bottle of hot sauce. "There you go sweetheart."

"Thanks." He scarfed down his eggs, and walked out without saying goodbye to his wife. Rose sighed and cleaned up from breakfast, before she walked up their hardwood staircase back into their room, to get ready for her day.

She went with black pants and a red and white polka dot shirt. Since her husband already left she upped her make up application today, with just a touch of pink lipstick.
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She took the number two train from 86th street, to the Winthrop Street stop in Brooklyn. When she got off of the train down the street from her office, she was greeted by the corner food-truck owner.

"Hi Rose!" He waved.

"Hi Pete! How are you? Usual please!" She smiled.

"You look good Rose.. we okay?" He asked as he made her usual- regular bagel with blueberry cream cheese.

"Yeah, it was fine this morning," Rose smiled gently in return. She grabbed her bagel, paid Pete, and headed to work.

She walked toward her building, and admired the view. Her office was a slightly older looking building, that was parallel to Prospect Park. She took the stairs to the second floor, and approached her cubicle with a smile on her face. She loved her job and everything about it.

Her cubicle was at a corner, so she had a view of both hallways as they converged at her cube. The bathroom was down the hall, near a large window that let copious amounts of light in, and gave an enchanting view of the park, and of the borough she loved more than her own.

The birds were passionately singing on this spring day, and the warm sun lit up Rose's face as she stood before it, taking in the day, and the people that bustled below her.
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After she got her tea, and ate her bagel, their acting department manager came out to the cubicle area to make an announcements.
"Rose, can you join us please?" Mary Applebaum asked her as she approached the hallway to the conference room.