The weather on Saturday morning was grim.
The sky was covered with dark clouds threatening rain and the air was cold. It was the kind of weather where staying in bed all day sleeping became much more tempting than getting up to do something productive. I almost gave in to that temptation because being buried under a bundle of sheets and a thick duvet provided me the perfect shield against the cold air outside the covers. As it was Saturday, I didn't get up as early as I would on a weekday but neither did I spend my entire morning in bed. At the latest, I would usually get up at around eight and today was no different.
Groaning, I groggily lifted the covers off and shivered at the sudden chill I felt.
Goosebumps appeared on my skin and for a minute, I debated just lying back down and going back to sleep. However, there was something I wanted to do today so I forced myself to move.
I ended up taking a hot shower to soothe my freezing body. The hot water fell from the shower head and cascaded down my shivering form, providing me with the much-missed warmth. I started scrubbing myself, and made sure to shave my underarms and legs, before rinsing off. Although the soap had all vanished from my body, I spent a good ten minutes more just standing there, encompassed by the warmth and comfort the shower gave.
It was when my fingers began looking like dried prunes that I decided to step out.
I dried myself and quickly wore the clothes I had grabbed from my dresser. Normally I would go outside and dress myself in my bedroom but since I didn't want to face the cold air with nothing on, I thought it better to just get dressed inside the bathroom.
Today's outfit consisted of a pair of long sweatpants, a plain white t-shirt, and a baby blue hoodie that went over it. Nothing fancy or chic but definitely comfortable.
I brushed out my hair and let it hang loosely.
Satisfied, I brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth, blowing a raspberry in the process. This ended my morning routine and it was finally time to grab some breakfast.
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The breakfast table was empty.
And by empty, I mean that Mr Haynes and his two sons were not there nor did they turn up any time later. I ended up eating alone but I was curious as to why they weren't present and why only one other place was set apart from mine. When Ms Owens came into the dining room holding a jug of milk, I took the chance to ask her.
"Oh, I must've forgotten to inform you," she said putting the jug on the table. "Mr Haynes is currently on a business trip overseas. He'll be gone for two months I believe. As for the young masters, they went to a party last night but only Young Master Cassius has returned. I assume that he is still in bed."
"Oh," I hummed, putting a piece of bacon in my mouth.
"And today Miss Lynette, I should let you know that I have the rest of the afternoon off," Ms Owens suddenly stated. "I have requested to take leave to visit my son who just arrived in town for a work trip so I will not be around from about 12:30 P.M."
"You have a son?" I asked surprised.
"I do," she stated proudly. "Handsome young lad and a hard worker. The best thing I could have ever asked for."
I smiled. She seemed really proud of her son and didn't hesitate to make it known.
"That sounds lovely Ms Owens," I replied. "No need to worry about me. I was planning to go to a movie later today - one that just came out in the cinemas."
"Oh, that's great! Are you going with friends from school?" she asked with a hopeful look in her eye. I chuckled and shook my head, "No. Sadly. I'm going by myself just for fun. I need a break after weeks of studying nonstop."
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