Tasha

One

It was Sunday. The morning breeze crept its way through the bedroom window as it whirled around Tasha's Autumn-blushed hair, allowing even the tiniest strands to dance frantically in multiple directions. Her nose twitched. The cosy cream covers were masked upon her lips as she kissed the delicate, thick material which reminded her of sheep's wool. As she implanted her lips upon the covers, her senses could not resist the aroma of the smooth material which smelt of light lavender mixed with coffee which was probably evidently because of the sneaky coffee stain spluttered upon the corner of the blanket. Tasha's ears could not help but to listen to the trees, swaying from side to side as though they were rocking her back to sleep. To and fro. Her emerald eyes gradually fluttered open like a flower's awakening as its beautiful petals unfolded with elegance, showing natural beauty. She gazed at the ceiling, admiring the small cob webs dangling like dream catchers, capturing her happy thoughts that drifted in the clouds. Something rummaged underneath Tasha's covers at the end of the bed as large lumps rippled towards her as if a monster were hiding underneath. The lump remained still as Tasha eyed the mysterious bump in her covers, awaiting what beastly monster will be revealed. A small sniffly nose cautiously emerged from underneath the covers as it wriggled, twitching left to right.

'Morning Smudge' Tasha whispered as a pair of bright jade eyes and pointed ears unfolded from the covers - just saying his name immediately brought a smile to her face. Black furry paws crawled towards Tasha's forehead as some whiskers tickled her freckled nose which made her giggle, 'How's my handsome black cat today?' Smudge pounced on top of Tasha and tilted his head anti-clockwise, as though he were answering her question with screaming silence. They both gazed into each other's dreamy green eyes. Ah, young love. Tasha could see her reflection in Smudge's lively eyes (which according to her, was not a pretty sight in the morning) as she stroked his ebony paw that was resting on her cheek. They stared for several more minutes as Smudge decided to rest upon Tasha's tummy, rubbing his head against her chest, curling into an adorable ball of fluff. Tasha watched Smudge as his eyes enclosed, as he breathed peacefully up and down, in rhythm to Tasha's breathing. Up and down, up and down. 

Tasha turned her head toward her clock which read "7:25" as she watched the third hand constantly tick around each number. Tick, tick, tick. She released a deep sigh which caused Smudge to awaken and stumble off of her stomach. There was nothing in Tasha's mind that could convince her to stay in her bed any longer. Nothing. She needed to get out - away from the reality which haunted her soul. But before she could escape .. she needed a coffee.