(Mornings)
Every movement, every exhale and small twitch, a personal symphony with creaks and snores. Lights..Camera..Action..A common thought that rose in my mind, this was the routine we went through every day.
My beloved shorty would wake me by growling into my right ear, a signal that the ruthless alarm clock had began to give a battle cry against time itself. Karkat hated the loud crying of the machine, it drove him crazy.
I would roll to my right and end up with the troll pressed close into my chest, almost trying to cut off his own supply of air with my scent. No hesitation from me to press the snooze button with one finger to silence and reassure the clock that the day will still be there.
Every morning I had the joy of this, turning the alarm off and laying with a stupid and tired grin that was across my lips. Everything was the same.
I could predict what came next; And it would come forth as a true statement.
A small grunt that clear a throat had broken a loving silence, followed by a small whimper and shift of weight on the mattress. His breathing had changed from a sickening slow to an aware pace- he was awake and would continue the next step in the morning routine.
I wait patiently for him to lift his head, and as he did so it was like something I'd never seen before. His hair stuck against his cheek, tired eyes looked fogged over, and a frown was stuck to his lips. He made a frown look so full of emotion, and I couldn't ask for anything else.
He was still on his step in the repeating tradition, which held the angelic voice I fell in love in.
"Murrnin.."
He slurred, tone tired and obviously holding the mind to say the child-like 'Five more minutes.'
I kiss his forehead, shaking my head as thoughts of cheesy sayings and movie lines float around my fuzzy lobe.
"mornin swee'tin."
