Two
The day began as pleasantly as he had predicted. Calm weather with a radiant sun outside screaming through the blinds for him to come outside and enjoy the day. The waves would be wonderful today he thought but as much as he cared to catch a great wave he had other things on his agenda for the day. He had been saving up for a new car for months now. Scraping every nickel and dime he could find performing as many odd and challenging jobs he could find.
The man’s eyes were heavy from a restless sleep but with the wonderment he would feel today he slowly slid the old white sheets back away from him allowing the suns warm rays to embrace him. The light shimmering off his tanned body gave it a healthy glow. He yawned and reached his arms in the air causing the bed to creak with each movement he made. Stretching his muscles to the sky as if to welcome the embrace as a small child would run to its mothers open arms.
He rose up and slid his feet to the side of the bed and gently plunged them to the cold wood floor below. He hated the warm feeling the day brought this early in the morning only to have it intruded upon by a still cold floor. The skin on his feet tightened and slowly released as he waited for his internal body heat to regulate and transfer his warmth to his lower extremity.
With a wiggle of his toes he stood up and stretched once more. This time he leaned back and tilted left and then right in order to achieve a more thorough stretch. Feeling better he headed over to the corner where the deluxe model kitchen sat and rummaged through the fridge. The cool air tickled his skin and the hairs on his arms began to stand up.”Hmmmm… What should I have for breakfast? He said out loud.
There was milk and orange juice but the milk was most likely more sour than a scientifically engineered lemon that had been given the flavor of a bushel of lemons combined. He imagined that it had more curds than little Miss Muffet could ever weigh on her little tuffet. Beside the neglected milk there was a carton of eggs and thawed out bacon that he had taken out two nights prior. An egg and bacon sandwich enticed his taste buds as he took the containers and headed three steps to the left and placed them on the counter. Grabbing a skillet and some non stick spray he was well on his way to a delicious breakfast.
He added the bacon to the skillet and watched as the bacon came to life. With a sizzle and pop here and there he began to do the morning bacon dance as with each pop a tiny droplet of grease from the bacon would fly from the skillet as if the bacon had launched a war for the poor pig that had now become breakfast. He moved and swayed to avoid the hot splatters starting to regret not getting dressed first. He danced to the sizzles and to the pops wearing only his normal bedroom attire consisting of only tight fitting white boxer briefs that gave his skin a more darkened appearance with the contrast.
He loved how they felt on his body, snuggling every nook and cranny that his body had. He thought the color created a darker tone to his skin that in his opinion made his body more appealing to the eyes. This, however, was not the only reason he wore the white material. More than anything else he like them because of the ay the tight material clung to his backside. The shape and helpful lift it gave his already tight butt that he thought was one of his best features.
As the rapid grease spatters slowed into an unwilling surrender, he picked up the bacon with a fork and sat it on a paper towel encumbered with little impressions of flowers to allow the grease another means to retreat from the defeated bacon. Smiling and quite pleased with the outcome he cracked open two large eggs and added them into the remains of the grease.
The grease came to life yet again. Spattering and popping. The second battle had begun. He watched as the bacon grease in the skillet bubbled around the liquidy egg. Slowly attacking the egg from behind until nothing was left except the front. Reaching for the dial on the stove, the man heard on last pop. The sound was followed by a pain in his arm. The last shot from the grease army had found its target before settling down and being calm once more.
