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Analise inhales in a sweet odour, eyes open just enough to see the sun seeping in through what she assumes is a window larger than any door she has in her apartment. She almost smiles when the realisation hits her like a truck. This is definitely not her bedroom at home.
She muzzles in to the comfort of the pillow, pulling the white sheet over her shoulder to block out the sudden cold air permeating the room. She closes her eyes, the events of last night playing through her mind as she tries to figure out how she got into this position.
Analise and Tom didn't do anything. That much she can confirm. How she ended up on his bed is what she can't figure out. She climbs out of his bed and out the door to the kitchen. She's wearing one of his shirts and a really big pair of sweatpants that she had to fold multiple times at the waist to stop it from falling.
Tom is in the kitchen, pouring coffee into two mugs. His loft is big and airy, with large windows everywhere. His kitchen is pristine and white with blocks of sage on the cupboard doors. It's something she has wanted in her own house. She remembers admiring the house when she walked in last night, her mouth hanging open while he toured her around the place. There's two bedrooms, one bathroom, a connecting kitchen and living room. For one person, it was way too big to live in.
"Morning, sunshine. Sleep well?" Tom asks her, as he pulls out a chair for her on the kitchen island. "I made scrambled eggs and toast. That okay with you?"
"Yes, that's perfect. Let me just brush my teeth first."
"There should be spare toothbrushes in the cabinet in the bathroom," he tells her, pointing in the direction of the bathroom with the spatula.
She nods her head and heads to the bathroom. The bathroom is also green and white. She likes the colour scheme he has going in the house. When she saw it last night, it was under minimal light exposure. It seems that he does not like using the big lights in the ceilings. When they sat and talked in the living room for what seemed like hours, only a few lamps dotted around the room illuminated the space.
She picks out a pink toothbrush from the packet in the cabinet. His is blue. She brushes her teeth and washes her face. She doesn't use any product on her face, in case the it causes her to have a reaction. She walks back into the kitchen after cleaning herself up. He's seated on one of the island stools, munching on a piece of toast.
"Your food's getting cold, Pinocchio."
"Did I mention that your house is beautiful?" Analise asks him as she seats herself in the stool that he has pulled out for her before she excused herself to the bathroom. "I love the colour scheme going on."
"It was the interior designer. I told her what colours I wanted and she worked her magic," he answers her, sipping on his coffee which she knows must be extremely sweet. "I wanted a lot of natural sunlight and minimal big lights."
