June 2011
Imagine this: It is six in the morning on a Sunday, you stir in your bed still with your eyes closed. You could feel the sun glaring softly towards your room and it feels warm againts your skin. You could almost see the morning dew beautifully clinging on your Mother's garden. You feel the comfort of your bed and the idea of extending your sleep was probably the best thing to do. But your hand carefully caresses the bed sheets, you felt fingers meeting yours.
In surprise, you open your eyes and were greeted with a pair of pretty eyes. You see genuine kindness in it that it almost feels like a dream. A dream that you are currently holding between your fingers.
She smiles directly towards you, and you could have question her existence in your room but you didn't because you don't want her to think like you're complaining.
You are nothing close to complaining because there is no better surprise than seeing her first thing in the morning. So you smiled instead and close your eyes.
You could almost feel it, you could almost feel the butterflies in your stomach flutter their way out of your ears and expose everything. You look at her again and you see a glint of love coming from her eyes. The kind of love you have craved and prayed for but you knew it yourself that it was too ridiculous to think about so you stop imagining.
Instead, thought of it this way. It's six in the morning on a Sunday, the sun shinning in your room and the garden is a beautiful as it has always been from your mother's care. Your bed feels extra comfortable and you move your fingers to caress it and it falls at her hands.
You open your eyes and you still catch her pretty eyes staring at you. You see something in her eyes that you quickly brushed off, instead you saw a good friend innocently admiring you sleep like it was nothing you should dwell about.
"Good morning."
Ciize let out a small laugh and covered her mouth before greeting her back.
"Good morning. Have you eaten your breakfast?"
She shakes her head and she pouts at Ciize as she hears her stomach grumble. She let out another laugh as she stood up to leave your bed. Took a quick visit to her bathroom and offered her hand towards her best friend.
"Come, let's have our breakfast."
"I think your mom still sleeping."
"Okay. I'll cook for you."
Ciize pulled her out of the bed and followed with ease.
"Do you know how to cook? Like when?"
Her best friend tease her by poking her cheeks as they went downstairs.
"Your annoying. Just watch me."
Ciize complained as she gently took hold of her wrist to stop her from poking.
"And how hard bacons and eggs could be?"
"Let's see."
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"I thought you are going to cook for me? So why am I doing this and your sitting on the couch with Latte by your side?
"Uh, i thought t'was easy and besides you're the one who's starving right? So might as well cook you're own breakfast."
