Little Parts of Me

VI. Effortless

Effortless

What time is it?

Turning to lay on her back, she stretched with a satisfied groan. The covers tangled and clung to her body, irritating the girl because of its restrictive feeling. Throwing them aside, she sat up and once again stretched her arms out.

The bright light outside told her it was still morning, hearing a strong breeze rustling the leaves of the trees and throwing them into the air with it. Placing a hand to the side to grab her phone, the familiar cold touch of it gracing her fingertips. It was exactly nine-thirty, an early time for her to just suddenly wake up.

Looking around the room, she spotted the litter of clothes at the foot of her bed. A mixture of her clothes and someone else's. Quickly standing up she approached the mess and examined the clothes - trying to figure out who owned the foreign pieces of clothing.

Oh, right.

Sighing in relief, she remembered the night before. Her boyfriend had stayed the night and they passed out from exhaustion on her bed - she assumed from all the word games they had lazily played after watching a few episodes of anything they could find in Netflix.
Literally Netflix and chill.

She yawned as she entered the bathroom, fixing herself up to look at least presentable. Halfway through her mourning routine - as she brushed her teeth - she wondered if her significant other was actually still here. Panicking a bit, she hoped she wasn't prepping for nothing and that instead she could have pranced around with messy hair and morning breath.

If I put in effort in things that are unnecessary - it is wasted.

Listening for any strange noises coming from outside of her rooms, there was the soft clinking and clanking of pots and pans most likely from the kitchen. Shaking her head, she felt silly for thinking there was even a possibility he was out. It was a Saturday today, he had no work or classes today - neither did she. That was the only reason why they even agreed to letting him stay over at her place.

Finishing up, she quickly got dressed into some fresh clothes and exited her bedroom.

"Good morning, babe." Greeting him with a kiss to the cheek, placing a delicate hand on his arm which was busy frying an egg.

"Mornin', love." Turning to give her a quick peck on her lips, as he tried to focus on preparing breakfast.

"Egg?" She murmured in dissatisfaction.

"I don't know how to cook anything else." He admitted, giving his signature goofy smile. She shook her head and cracked a smile too; his smile just seemed to make her smile back in reply. It was just so damn cute.

//Yum//