In shock I raise out of bed.
A heart rate that pounds in my chest and a thin layer of sweat across my forehead.
But to my relief, it was a sunfilled morning.
David had already left the bed.
So I got up and picked out an outfit for the day.
A pair of straight blue jeans and a blue/green striped t-shirt.
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I hurry down to the kitchen and find Michael leaning against the counter,playing a joke on David. Magically pulling a cigarette from behind his ear.
"Clever" David says sarcastically.
"Morning" I greet them both.
"Sorry for dozing off like that last night" he says.
"Don't be silly, how's your head?" I ask.
"I'll live" he smiles.
"Thanks for the blanket by the way"
A feeling of nervousness builds in my stomach. Did it really happen last night. It was a dream, a dream that felt a little bit too real.
I tense of the thought but as soon as David exclaims "I thought you might be cold" a weight is lifted.
"I was, thanks" Michael replies.
"That was sweet dear". I smile at him.
"Are you hungry?" I ask Michael.
"Already ate, I hope that ok" he asks.
"Of course it is" I say.
I walk over the coffee machine, and watch as David's face frustrates over the dead phone.
"Great, phones dead" he sulks.
"It's probably the storm, give it a few". I replied.
I pour 3 cups of coffee and turn my head to Michael.
"Sugar?" I ask him.
"Two spoons, thanks".
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I handed him the cups and we walked into the conservatory where a beautiful breakfast was displayed.
Orange juice, pancakes, toast and jam.
"Oh, my god, David it looks amazing" I smile cheerfully.
"Not bad" David exclaims.
"Not bad at all, if you do say so yourself" I nudge him playfully.
"Well, a man of hidden talents" David eyes Michael.
"You did this?" I ask him.
"Just wanted to say thank you" he smiled.
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"Anyway, after I weaseled out of the vodka-Santa Claus Fiasco at Cheltenham, I show up at Yale thinking, "Okay time to crack down" but of course tragedy struck me before I ever unpacked, I had the misfortune of being struck down by the most deadly pair of wild blue eyes God ever had the audacity to create". I blabble on.
"He was a junior from El Paso" I added.
"A texas boy at Yale?" Michael asked with a look of suprise.
"Yeah, with a bad habit of stealing horses at four in the morning, and sneaking into my window with waffles and a bottle of Wild Turkey. He was nuts" I replied.
"So whatever happened to him?" Michael asks.
"My mother scared him off and she married a Du Pont". I reply.
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