The Cookie Concept (on Hold)

4) Waffle Thief Strikes Again

"Good morning darling," my mum calls from behind her Ipad drinking her daily herbal tea.

I can only grumble in response as I feel like I have just woken up from sleeping on a pile of rocks. 

Why you may ask, did I sleep on the couch made out of rocks instead of the perfectly good pullout guest bed?

Great question.

I may have completely forgotten about the more comfortable option until I was covered in itchy blankets. Plus I had only just found a good position that I couldn't move from.

My eyes adjust to the fluorescent lights of the kitchen, "What's so good about Tuesdays? I'm barely through the start of the week, nothing interesting ever happens and I find that everyone is just a slacker." I rummage through the fridge hoping to find something half decent for breakfast. 

It was definitely time for us to restock the fridge as there are only some very sketchy containers and a couple spreads inside.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," another voice surprises me when they enter the kitchen causing me to bang my head on the ceiling of the fridge. 

"Maybe if I actually slept in a bed I wouldn't be so grumpy," I snap back giving the bed thief a deadly glare.

Sadly I am not immune to Sam's lazy grin which makes so I almost melt when he runs a hand through his dishevelled hair. Curse him and his good looks.

"Why didn't you sleep on your bed? You know, the rectangle thing with a mattress on top in your bedroom?" Mum lowers her device to look between Sam and me curiously.

Throwing the tub of Nutella down on the table I walk back to the freezer to retrieve a packet of waffles, "I don't know? How about you ask this intruder who was nice enough to leave drool stains on my pillowcase!"

Sam lifts an eyebrow, "You were watching me sleep?"

"No," I pause for a second to ponder the right words that won't dig me into a hole I can't get out of. "I was considering smothering a pillow over your face, hoping it would suffocate you but decide against it as."

He leans against the counter with to much swag for this time in the morning "You realised how much you would miss me?"

"No, I didn't want to hide a dead body in the middle of the night. Too much effort to dig a hole in the middle of a forest or dump your body off a bridge.

He loops his arms around my waist and hangs his head on my shoulder. "Just like old times."

I elbow him, uncomfortable with our close proximity, "Yep, just like old times."

"Honey, there would have been plenty of room for two if you pushed him over a little."

"I think you mean fully off the bed. And I'd like to remind everyone that the bed is a single. Uno. By itself. Made for One. Lonely."

My attempt at eating my waffles is a failure as Sam comes from behind and takes the top one off my plate. AKA the one with the most Nutella. AKA the best one.

Infuriated, I slam my hands on the table making everyone jump. "First, he falls asleep my on my bed now he's taking my waffles. Who does he think he is?"

"Your boyfriend sweetie ." Mum lightly patting me on the shoulder before leaving to get ready for work.

I tense at the word.

Ah yes, the matter of our pending relationship. Now I remember what I was trying to avoid. Maybe I should have stayed on the couch a little longer.