Warm

6

The next morning, the most irritating way to wake up, wakes me up.

Despite covering my head with a pillow, the maddening knocking does not go away. I am ultimately forced to remove myself from the warmth and comfort of my bed to go answer the door. Half awake, Keanu stands in my doorway fully dressed at, I glance at the clock, 8 AM, in a casual white t-shirt and beige cargo pants. How could someone look this good looking so early in the morning? 

"Good morning!" he yells, causing damage to my ears. He pushes past me and into the apartment. My brain is too tired to push him out so I drag myself back into bed and let him in. Under my blanket, I can still hear Keanu's voice.

"Get up!" he sings. "It's a beautiful day to live." His footsteps tap against the tile. "Your apartment would be nicer if you took care of it."
"Shut up," I groaned. Out of nowhere, a burst of sunlight has entered. Keanu opened the curtains. My sleep is officially disturbed. Frustrated, I throw my blankets at Keanu. "Why are you here?"

"I'm going to help you live," he says. He places his arms on his hips and smiles. "And even though you look extremely cute with your hair all messy and your pajamas all fuzzy, those are not conquering the day clothes. So get dressed because we have a whole day to start."

Now I regret being so motivated. "Let's just do it tomorrow." My head falls on the pillow. Keanu stays quiet and with this silence, I slowly drift off into a nice slumber.

When my eyes crack open, the curtains are closed but the sun has found its way to shine through. My hands and feet stretch themselves out as my mind begins to restart. A dull splashing noise catches my attention and I flip my head to see what it is. My once messy kitchen is now completely organized. All the dishes are washed and the table and counters sparkle. Keanu stands by the sink, rinsing the last dish.

"You don't have to do that," I say. Keanu drops a dish and scrambles to grab it again. I push myself out of bed. "I can clean my own kitchen."

"Well that's the thing about having people is that you don't have to do things on your own anymore."

It's actually refreshing to hear that. To have him as a person in my life. "Whatever," I mumble, getting up. "What happened to your 'beautiful day to live'?"

Someone knocks on my door softly. Keanus eyes light up. "That," he says, "must be the pizza."

"You ordered a pizza?" I ask. My stomach growls. Pizza would not be so bad.

"And wings and drinks." He comes back with bags and boxes. The fresh scent of cheese and pepperoni causes my mouth to flood. Immediately, I open a pizza box and shove a slice in my face. Keanu grabs us plates and cups. "Originally," he says in between bites. "My plan was to go out in the sun and take you on a little trip. But I figured you've never taken breaks from work in the past years. So I'm going to teach you how to have the best lazy day."

Keanu has bought every type of delicious junk food that I absolutely crave. From ice cream to chips, we have the best unhealthiest snacks. Then we decide whether we will watch a show or movie and the genre.

"What do you like?" he asks me. He passes me a bowl of ice cream.

"Action, violence, mystery," I say. The couple times I had time to watch a movie, it was always of that genre. "What do you like?" I'd imagine him to be the type of guy who likes spy movies.

"Romantic comedies" I stare at him. "What? You can never go wrong with rom coms. They have the whole deal. There's romance, mystery, drama, inspiration."

"Maybe we should do some work," I say, remembering the piles of paperwork we have to go through.

"Aurora, its fine. Those papers are not going anywhere. You have all the time in the world. Let's watch movies all day."