THE BEAUTIFUL ONE~Volume One

DAY FIVE (cont.)

"Oh my beautiful Michael." I heard my thoughts expressing as I found myself now treated to the sight of Michael's gently toned chest and abdomen, and a lightly muscular forearm, as he grasped one end of the terry cloth towel draped around his neck, and proceeded to dry the remaining moisture from his mane of dark curls with one hand while holding his clothing items of choice in the other, before moving to the chest of drawers beside my sleeping area wall, and grasping the wood handle on the front of one of the left-side drawers, reaching inside and selecting clothing items to wear underneath before crossing back out carefully between the foot of the futon sofa bed and chest of drawers, and returning to the bathroom to complete his morning grooming and dressing rituals in private once again. "Yes, is good to have man around the house again." I thought to myself, as I heard the sound of the bathroom door closing, as I returned my attention to my side of the futon sofa bed, and resumed the straightening and smoothing of the quilts, blankets and other bedding to complete the bed-making process.

After having smoothed the wrinkles out of the quilts and blankets on my side of the bed, and placing my soft pillows in the same width-wise-on their sides positions as Michael's, and double checking the tidiness of my nightstand table, I crossed to my chest of drawers beside my sleeping area wall, and switched on my television set, seeking to confirm the newspaper's accuracy with regard to the day's weather by comparing the newspaper's printed report with that of the spoken word of the on-camera meteorologist. "Ah, clear and sunny with no rain...Good...Just like in newspaper." I replied approvingly, while switching off the t.v. and returning to the main room of my flat, and to my laundry chore, which I continued by retrieving my now-empty laundry basket from my dining table.

Ah...long sleeve dress shirt and trousers this time." I heard myself respond, as Michael (now fully clothed save for his footwear of choice) emerged once again from the bathroom, just as I was proceeding to cross to the bathroom, laundry basket in hand. "Very handsome..." I continued, as I helped Michael by adjusting the collar and a random button of his shirt, while simultaneously admiring the gentle contrast of the deep navy fabric and the locks from Michael's mane of dark curls. "Navy blue will go well with sweater from yesterday...Or with dark jacket also." I offered, as Michael thanked me for my assistance and my complement, while at the same time buttoning the cuffs of his shirt.

"Will be clear but much colder than the other day, Michael.", I continued as my beautiful house guest crossed back to my sleeping area and around to his side of the bed (presumably to retrieve his footwear of choice) as I made my way back into my bathroom, carrying my empty laundry basket which I filled with the newly dried clothing items from the dryer (which I then filled with the freshly washed clothing items from the washer which had stopped running only seconds after the dryer (which had stopped running just minutes ago). As I closed the door to the drier and manipulated the timer and controls to enable the machine to remove the moisture from the current load, I found myself debating whether I should start another load in the washer, or save the remaining clothing items until a later time (especially since Michael seemed to be up and ready for another day, and was probably itching to get going on my vacation-related activities. "This is enough laundry for now." I decided to myself, having checked the contents of the hamper in my sleeping area which contained just the clothing items from the past two or three days. "Will finish later", my thoughts concluded as a slight drowsy feeling suddenly overtook me, leading me to yawn just as I was grasping the laundry basket with the intention of folding and putting away the clothing items the basket now contained.

"Ah...excuse me" I muttered to no one as the yawn subsided, and I grasped the laundry basket again, and walked back out into the main area of my flat, in time to see Michael sitting on the edge of my side of the bed, putting on socks and his shoes of choice-the black loafers he'd worn for the past few days.