Lungs

the breakfast

matt's pov

[london, 11 am]

i feel my head spinning as i wake up from bed. jet lagged. body aching. i don't even remember how did i get home safely yesterday. but thank god i made it. i reach for my phone that usually being charge on my side table. but it's not there. i went out to the kitchen and as i was looking around, my phone starts to ring. i pick it up and look at the screen. mom.

"hey mom" -matt

"dear, have you arrived here?" -mom

"i did mom. safely"

"thank god. are you free today? because laura is staying with me for a week. i guess if you want to join us, come here"

"give it a rest. i had a 7 hours flight mom. and im probably busy anyway today"

"don't worry. she's here for the whole week. you can come anytime anytime"

"i will. ofcourse"

"alright dear. take care of yourself. and matt"

"yes?"

"eat"

"will do. but im heading for little nap first. don't worry mom"

"okay. bye dear"

"bye mom. love you"

eat. yeah, i haven't eat since yesterday. my last meal was in airport and i didn't get to eat anything in the airplane as i was sleeping for the whole time. i always ignored my meal time and somehow that's make the people surrounding me worried. i just simply forget.

i looked again at my phone screen and realised i had one missed call from claire. i call claire while heading to my bedroom.

"good morning claire foy. what you up to?" -matt

"hye matt. you sounds like you just get out from bed. i know this voice of you" -claire

"oh cmon. i still don't get enough sleep. and i need to make breakfast and laundry and some work yada yada"

"rest matt. you've been working a lot today"

"right? so what do you think? what should i do first? should i do my work and go to nap? or the other way around?"

"you can't be serious. work? you can do it later. all you need now is a breakfast. then you can go to sleep."

"i wanted to do breakfast but my fridge is all empty. and im so lazy to cook anyway"

"i can bring you breakfast. no excuse"

"omg claire. you're my savior. but how's ivy? she's with you right?"

"she's with my brother. having a playdate. and im already in a cafe so don't worry"

"oh btw.. i.. i stay at queen's park. ill send you address"

"you moved?"

"no! i mean, temporarily, yeah"

"i really am left behind"

"i know. there's a lot more to tell you, you know. anyway, im probably sleeping when you get here. i left the key at the top of the door frame. you need to stilt a little bit i guess. you're gonna get it, you're not that short"

"i am short matt"

"you'll gonna figure it out. thanks claire. appreciate it. i love you"

"fine matt"

i hang up the phone and immediately send her my new address. and the next thing i know, im sleeping like a baby. maybe less cute than a baby. but whatever.