The Violinist

Awkward

I sleep easily through my alarms and do not wake up until I feel a small tugging on my hair. As I wake up, I make a mental note to get a haircut or cut it myself. As I open my eyes, I see another pair of beautiful dark chocolate ones looking back at me. Confused, it takes me just a moment to remember the events leading up to now. I nod and get up and "adjusting" myself in the process. As I stand I grab my shorts and think to myself why I let her into my house. Knowing the answer, I walk out and start making breakfast for myself.  As I look up, I see that instead of the ridiculous party dress from the night before, she is wearing, she has on one of my shirts on, making it look like a dress. Smiling to myself, I fix a plate of poached eggs on toast with strips of bacon and a glass of orange juice. With a small "thank you", I make myself some food: sunny side up eggs on sourdough, a strip of bacon, a sausage and a glass of milk. I eat my meal and as I finish, I see her stare at my plate. Realizing she may still he hungry, I ask if she would like more and get a shy but blushy nod. I stand and go back to the stove to cook some more. She sits quietly and given how we last spoke, it is to be expected. Once done, I take her plate and serve the food and finish my milk as she finished her second serving. I take our dishes and start washing up as she sits in silence. Figuring she may want a shower, I show her the bathroom and proceed to clean the kitchen. I finish in time to hear my phone ding. Looking at it, I laugh as it is her, asking me for a towel. I grab a few and leave them outside the door. I inform her and leave tel clean the house. She comes back a few moments later dressed and drying her hair. She is still in one of my shirts and I continue to clean: dusting, vacuuming, sweeping, and wiping down the counters. I finish an hour or so later and go to take my own shower, careful to not forget a towel. Once showered, I step out to talk to her and maybe sort out the mess that is our past and present.