Eyes

Cherries & Blues

April 4- Day 4A

I slowly shift in my couch, waking up from my sleep. I find myself laying down with my blankets on me. What could have possibly waken me up? As I open my eyes, I begin to smell the air. It smells like...... like food.

I sit up. "What is that smell?" I begin to look around. Suddenly, I see Desirée running up to me, screaming.

"IT'S READYYYYYY!" she says as she stands so close to me that we're now barely inches apart.

"What's ready?" As confused as I am, I begin to look around and see the stove on.

"What are you doing?" I quickly get up beside her, and run to the stove. Then, I turn it off.

"HEYYY!" she screams as I turn it off. "You can't just do that." She walks up to the stove, and turns it back on. "Well, at least it's almost ready."

"What are you doing?" I face her.

"What do you mean? I'm obviously cooking breakfast."

I turn around to look at the her. "Cooking breakfast? I don't need you to cook breakfast."

"Yes you do." She blatantly stares at me.

I sigh, "You remember, after you went to that store for me? I have more than enough food for me."

She crosses her arms. "But you always be eating the same food. It's not healthy." She sticks her hands out, as if she's my mother, and points at me. "You'll get sick, ya know. "

I roll my eyes, and look at the food. "What is it anyways?"

"Pancakes." She closes her eyes and smiles.

I look back at the food, giving it a disgusting look.

"It's good. Trust me." She turns off the stove, takes a pancake, and puts it on her plate. She goes to sit down on the couch, and I just stare at her. "Some of these items would have been expired if I didn't cook anything."

I cross my arms. "Like what?"

"Like the maple syrup and the nectar."

"Nectar?" I look at her like she is crazy.

"Yeah. Adding nectar to the pancake mix is delicious." She smiles.

I roll my eyes. "Whatever." I grab a plate, and walk towards the fridge to get some bread. She quickly gets up.

"What are you doing? You have to eat some." She runs to the counter stove, filled with finished pancakes.

"I really don't want one." I stare at her.

She then grabs my plate from my hands.

"What are you doing?"

Ignoring my question, she puts some pancakes on it. "Come. I have to syrup on the coffee table." She walks over to the couch, and puts the food on the table in front of it. "Come on. It's really good." She takes her plate, takes a bite, and smiles. "Mhhhh......Yummy." She smiles while eating.

I sigh, and walk over to the couch. I take my plate, and begin cutting up the pancakes. I then pour some maple syrup, and begin eating. To my surprise, it's really good. I look at her.

"You like?" she asks. She then looks back at me, smiling.

"You cook?" I ask her.

She nods her head eagerly. Then, she goes back to eating her pancakes.