The Morning

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He's in the kitchen.

Frying pan in hand.

Eggs and ham. With spinach on the side.


That's

breakfast?


"Good morning, sleeping beauty."


He's in an apron and busily working away.


I stand dumbstruck.

Then I find my voice, stuck in my throat from

astonishment.


"What

are you doing

in my kitchen?!"


"Making breakfast."


"Where did you get those bins

in my room?!"


"I went to the Target close by

and bought them."


"Why are walking out of my apartment,

buying stuff, and

coming back like nothing's going on?!"


"Because there is nothing going on."

"The neighbors will think..."

I face palm and hand my head.

What am I doing so early in the morning

yelling my head off at this

stranger.

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