Friday's Appointments· Prince Rogers Nelson

Chapter 2: 2:24AM

WARNING :
Hey y'all. Just a warning, this chapter contains some material not suitable for everyone. It describes unconstitutional sex and things of that nature. I, in NO way, mean to offend anyone or upset anyone with this. This is just something I chose to put in this chapter from personal experience, and just wanting people to be aware that this happens in a lot of relationships and that it's not acceptable. Sex should happen when two people agree to it, not just one. If you or anyone you know is experiencing this, tell someone and make sure you are safe.

My eyes were met by a bright golden light, almost blinding at first. It took me a second to realize it was the morning sun shining through the faded white curtains waking me up. I stretched, raisng my arms above my head and lightly moaning as my body stretched and popped. I felt like I was about 65 when I woke up. My hands landed on the sheets with a soft thud and i saw them move under my hand, then I saw Lances face scrunch before he rolled over, his bare back facing me. It was Saturday. I didnt have to work, meaning I had the whole day with Lance. Why wasnt I excited?

I sat there on the bed, looking back and forth between Lance and the golden rays of light from the window. I was off in space not wanting to leave the warmth of the sheets, but I wanted to have a little time by myself before Lance woke up. He normally was a relatively early riser. I had at least an hour to myself. I gently threw the blanket off of and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, dangling my feet over the side. I stretched one last time before tip toeing out of our room and carefully shutting the door behind me. Once outside in the hallway I let out a soft breath and began to ponder about what I should do to start my day. I thought about cleaning the house but to much noise would wake Lance, and besides, who wants to start the day with cleaning?

I decided to start with a hot shower, something to really wake me up. I stripped off my pajama shorts and large tshirt and heated the water to the perfect temperature before I stepped in and let the water flow over me, waking my body immediately on impact. I focused on washing myself with my favorite lavender body wash with a wash cloth, humming a quiet and random tune. I knew I had been in for a long time but I had to drag myself back out into the cold bathroom air before wrapping myself in my fuzzy white robe, white house shoes and putting my hair in a scarf, something loose and comfortbale. Hair day was on Sundays, thats when I would treat myself to a proper head wrap. It was tough being natural, especially when I saw most black women wearing braids around that time. I remembered one of my first days at work, I had just decided to go natural, taking out my braids to allow my hair to become healthier. I recalled walking into the middle of a recording session without even thinking, then shaking with fear when I was met by a pair of hazel eyes starring at me from across the room. I was shaking, it was the first time i met him and he walked over to me, handed me some papers to take to have printed and he told me "I like the hair." I was star struck and to embarrassed by the fact I had interrupted him to say much of anything, except for a quiet and shakey thank you. I chuckled at the memory, the first time I my my boss. The first time I met Prince.

I jumped and nearly let out a small shriek when there as a loud knock at the bathroom door that caught dozed away in my thoughts.

"Babe," Lances voice was tired and huskey. "Almost done?"

I sighed. He was awake way earlier than I hoped he would be. I opened the door and stepped to the side to get out of his way, but his arm came around my waist and stopped me in the door frame. He kissed me, softly and slowly and or a moment I felt my cheeks go red and my lips curled into a small smile. I knew he could be sweet like when we first got together, he was just stressed with work is what I told myself. "Im sorry about last night. Just a bad day, you know?'

"I know," I whispered, recalling how much he would repeat the same things. "I understand, dont apologize. I should have told them I'd do the paper work Monday..."