Just A Cup of Coffee

Sweet Dreams

She was staring out at the New York City skyline from out apartment balcony. I could feel the chill of the morning breeze creep into the bedroom and under the blankets. I woke as I felt it touch my bare back. Turning around in bed, I opened my eyes slowly and watched her secretively.

She held a cup of coffee in one hand and tucked her loose strands of hair back into her bun with the other. She wore black leggings, one of my rundown white t-shirts and a light brown creamy sweater layered on top. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun with small pieces just lazily blowing in the breeze. Her curved figure was smooth and graceful, and her tan skin glimmered in the morning sunrise. She stood with her weight shifted onto one foot.

I'm not sure how long I watched her, but I remember hearing the clock ticking, the bustling of the city below us and the slow sighs that escaped her lips. She set her coffee mug down on the ledge near her right and untied her hair. It flowed softly down her back in brown and chestnut curls.

Another moment of time passed before she grabbed her mug and headed back inside. I quickly closed my eyes and pretend that I was still asleep. I listened as she made her way to the kitchen and set her mug in the sink. She walked back into the room with tip toeing footsteps and carefully say on the end of the bed. She lightly touched my leg and tried to wake me. I gave a believable act of slowly waking up. I didn't directly look at her.

"I've been waiting for you." she said softly with such a sweet voice and bright smile. I gazed at her hand where it rested on my leg. I slowly followed up her arm towards her face. My vision began to blur as I got closer to her chin and lips. No, no! I don't want to wake up!
"Noo!"
I sat up with heavy breaths
Running my hands through my hair, I muttered a curse.
"Ugh, fuck.. It's that damn dream again."

Glancing over to my nightstand, the clock flashed 12:00 am.
"That can't be right.."
I searched my bed for my phone and it read "7:40" across the screen. "Shit!" I jumped up and ran for the bathroom.

Being late was always a bad habit of mine.

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sorry this a short chapter. hopefully the other chapters will be longer. This is my first story so feel free to critisize, point out errors and give advice in the comments Thank you for reading! xx

-Faye (sami_faye16)