Apologies to the willow tree

Day 3.

Lugging myself off of the couch, I made my way to my bedroom. Willow was still asleep. She looked so cute when she was sleeping, curled up like a dog. I considered not waking her and simply watching her sleep. However, that may have come across as creepy and I had to get revenge for the leaf pile. So, I tiptoed to the curtains on the other side of the room.

I pulled them open with a quick swipe and yelled, "good morning sunshine."

A very groggy Willow turned to face me. "The light. No. Why would you do that? It burns. Stop," she babbled.

"Oh come on now Willow. It's a brand new day. You don't want to waste it so rise and shine," I chortled.

She grabbed a pillow and whacked me with it. The surprise attack caused me to fall back against the wall. The blow was not hard enough to cause me to hurt myself though. Willow looked at me worried.

"Oh my god. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you alright?"

I started to fake cry, "no Willow. I'm not okay. My back is killing. There's some ice in the freezer but I can't get up. Get it for me please."

As she sat up to get off the bed, I swiped a pillow from behind her. I hit her with the pillow before she had the chance to stand. She fell back onto the bed giggling.

"Oh it is on Maxy," she chuckled.

"Oh really?" I taunted.

"Heck yeah!" she exclaimed slapping me with a pillow.

We continued to have a pillow fight for roughly a quarter of an hour. Eventually, our arms were too tired to continue. Plus, I didn't want her to miss out on what I had planned for the day. Willow decided that she had won the pillow fight although I was the clear winner. I allowed her to have her moment of victory like the gentleman I was.

After remaking my bed and organising my now incredibly messy room, I looked around to realise Willow wasn't in the room anymore. Where had she gone?

"Willow?" I called.

Hearing a grunt from the end of the hallway, I poked my head around the door frame to the kitchen. I saw Willow sat on a stool at the breakfast bar, eating a bowl of cereal. The TV was running in the living room.

I leant against the door frame, crossed my arms and legs and coughed abruptly into my hand. That startled Willow and made her drop her spoon on the floor. She managed to keep her cheeks full with cereal as she whipped her head around to face me.

She made a high-pitched 'awww' noise as she looked down at the floor where her spoon had fallen. Then, she snapped her head up to look at me and frowned. She pointed to the floor and pulled her best bitch face (which I must admit, was immensely cute). I stared back at her blankly with a 'get it yourself look' and she sighed through her nose. She loudly swallowed her cereal which had been stored in her mouth like a hamster, up until that point. She jumped off the stool and bent down to pick up the spoon, carrying it round the breakfast bar to the sink where she proceeded to wash it. She returned to her previous position as if that little scenario had not happened.

I pushed myself off the door frame and strode around the bar where Willow was sat and propped myself on my elbows in front of her face. She made a disappointed noise and tried leaning past me to try and see the TV, while still eating her breakfast.

"Good to see you don't feel like a stranger here," I cocked my head and grinned at her.

She gulped and stopped trying to look past me. Flashing me a smile, she replied with a wink before jumping off the stool and retreating back to the sink: this time with bowl and spoon.