Deflowered

Chapter 2

"God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference."- Reinhold Niebuhr

I woke up renewed as Adam lay snoring next to me. He looked peaceful sleeping in his usual position on his side of the bed with his arms wrapped around his pillow, and his legs intruding on my space. Today, I would recognize my blessings and adjust my attitude to this move. Putting it all in perspective, we were fortunate, and Adam deserved to feel as though we made the right decision. I showered and threw on some jeans and a white t-shirt hoping to make some coffee. I figured I'd try the balcony again. It was 6:30 in the morning on a Saturday so I was fairly certain the noise would have diminished some. I blew my hair away from my face as I studied the coffeemaker. I had heard of it vaguely on the T.V but no one I knew had one. 

"Keurig..." I murmured as I ran my fingers over the buttons. There were several creamer cups stacked next to it wearing the same brand name. It didn't seem important enough to wake Adam yet, and it was only a coffee maker. I could figure this out. Pulling the top open, I frowned. I tried to remember if I had seen filters that small at the grocery store. Already working my way through the cabinets in search of coffee, it just didn't make sense. Finally I felt Adam's arms snake around me and his warm breath on my neck. It almost felt like we were in our old kitchen besides the lack of coffee brewing.

"Babe, I need a modern living guide." I admitted sheepishly. He laughed and then laughed harder when he realized how serious I was. I mean it's not like We never had the money to update our appliances not that it bothered me and the flower shop I worked at had a plain ole filter and coffee system.

"Is it the cabinets again?" He replied jokingly, his arms crossed and he leaned against the kitchen island.

"No, it's this coffee maker. It makes no sense. There 's no coffee and yet we have these creamers sitting right next to it. Why need creamers if there is no coffee?" His lips were pursed tight, and I could tell he was trying to keep himself from laughing.

"Babe, it's not funny. I seriously am so confused about this."

"Oh honey..." He kissed my temple and pushed me aside gently. "I love you."

I watched as he filled the water container and then he took one of the creamers and opened the top of the Keurig. Reaching up into the cabinet above, he removed a mug and placed it beneath the spout. It all seemed so easy now but I never would have figured it out without him. He explained the buttons and then brewed a cup of coffee. And I'd be lying if I said it wasn't the most delicious cup of coffee I had tasted.

"See, that easy..."

"Yeah, well now that I know." I laughed, and we walked out onto the balcony. It was a beautiful summer day, the temperature not too warm yet. There were no sounds of birds and if there were, the sounds of the traffic below would have drowned them out. I started to realize how I'd never be able to be outside with just the sounds of nature, at least not here. He had such affection for the city, one that although I couldn't understand, I tried really hard to.

"What do you wanna do today?" I asked, and I could already sense his excitement, his desire to show me the beauty of the city.

"Well, we'll explore the neighborhood and I'll show you where the grocery store is." I nudged him, and worked through the sadness I'd feel of not having a garden anymore. It was definitely work, but there was such a high when you watched the plants sprout and grow. Every morning, I'd wake up early and examine how a day of sun and rain had fed my plants.

"I made an appointment at the spa for you. They'll do your nails; give you a massage, and some other things." I looked confused before catching myself, but luckily Adam's attention had shifted to the building across from us. I didn't want to disappoint him or seem ungrateful but my nails were never painted. My life in general always made it impossible for nail polish to survive longer than a couple of hours, but I guess the city was a different story.