November 7th
I roll out of bed and look over at Type. He is dead asleep. I smile at his sleeping form, lately he's been so relaxed and content in sleep. He hasn't had a nightmare in a while, and it's nice to get to enjoy him when he is like this. I leave a kiss on his forehead and get dressed. I am on food duty this morning. So I grab some money and head out for a jog. I put on my headphones and head towards our favorite cafeteria. I don't exercise as much as I want to, because usually I don't have time for it, but it's nice to feel my legs pound against the pavement, I feel really positive about the day.
First I run to John Boy, a band that I discovered a couple weeks ago, and am already obsessed with. I'm going to see them play this weekend, and I can't wait! Their music is really inspiring. There's something about listening to them that makes me want to create. So after a few songs I turn them off and switch to my music.
It's a recording of one of my band's live gigs at P'Jeeds. Type is always teasing me about listening to my own music, but honestly, someone has to! Plus, it's a chance for me to find weak spots that need to be changed, and to hear where it gets sloppy.
By the time I get home, I am sweaty and out of breath, but I come bearing congee, so life is good.
Type is awake but groggy. He looks so good in his pajamas with his messy hair.
"Good morning!" I say still panting but full of energy. Running energizes me.
"Ughhhh" Type moans, "it's too early to be peppy!"
"It's almost afternoon!"
"What!!??? Oh! Fuck! I'm gonna miss the match!"
"Well it's almost 7, which is almost 8, which is almost 9, which is basically almost afternoon!" Type groans again and aims a pillow at my head.
"That is not the same thing!"
"It feels like it is! I've been up for hours!"
"Why are you so sweaty anyway?"
I swear that he must still be half asleep because I'm wearing sports clothes and I smell like hell.
"No, I went for a run to get your breakfast! It's gorgeous out! Are you waiting for me to shower so that we can have breakfast together?"
Type looks down at the bed, then back up at me, "no?"
Then I frown in confusion and he smiles. He gets up from bed and pulls his shirt off over his head. How can he be this beautiful right after waking up?
"Are you coming to the shower, or I will need to shower alone?" he asks.
Oh hell, yes.
***
After a really quite excellent shower Type and I settle down for our breakfast. The congee is cold by now, but it tastes glorious anyway. Type keeps talking about today's football match.
At first he didn't even want to be on the team, but he practices more than the team itself, so after Techno's insistence and the coach's recommendation, he joined the team at the beginning of the semester. And now, he seems happy with the decision. I don't know much about football but I think Type is really good at it. Coach is always telling him, almost begging him, to be the team's captain. And based on how passionate he is when he talks about the practices and matches, I think he kind of wants to accept. I'd guess that the only reason that he hadn't said yes, is Techno.
"We're going to be playing against the team from Western University Academic Bangkok Center!" Type says gleefully
"Yikes, that name is intense!"
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