Tasha

Two

The whistling sound of the kettle pierced Tasha's ears as Smudge buried his face amongst her fluffy socks. He never liked the sound of the kettle, regardless of the fact that it was going off over a billion times a day - (Tasha had no limits when it came to coffee). She eyed the murky blurred window which stood before her, however she wasn't interested in the window itself. Oh no. She was interested on what was revealed on the other side - the front garden. It wasn't exactly a garden however it sounds tranquil enough to call it that, even though all there was was a small patch of grass and a thorny bush full of roses - white as snow. And a postbox.

There wasn't a neighbourhood where Tasha lived. There was barely even a road. This wasn't surprising seeing as it was only a small cosy cottage, hidden amongst a peaceful wooded forest. Nobody ever passed the cottage, they had no reason to anyway. Except the postman.

She stared. Her emerald eyes focussed on the red rustic letter box that was positioned directly in front her on the other side of the window. She observed it. A petit Bluetit fluttered toward the letter box, gracefully  perching itself upon the top of it. She stared. However Tasha was interrupted by a pair of paws being violently thrown upon the glass of the murky window, claws digging into the solid material as though cracks could form and shatter the window apart. He remained scanning the bird's every move as though he were plotting an evil plan in his head to brutally attack the poor creature. Tasha tutted and smirked at her beautiful however foolish cat who believed he was invincible and powerful enough to scare of an innocent minute Bluetit that was a far distance from the cat itself. The bird soon flew away as Tasha gazed at its disappearance - admiring its freedom until all was left was a letter box. An empty letter box.

Meaw.

'Oh I know Smudge,' Tasha cooed, kneeling down to open a cupboard full of cat food as Smudge licked her right cheek, 'I need to sort out my breakfast too, you know'. She poured a box full of stinky biscuits into a black and white checked bowl and picked it up off the floor with her right hand, carrying her cup of coffee in the other. She walked upstairs as Smudge followed, tracing the scent of his biscuity breakfast as they entered her bedroom where Tasha pounced herself upon the bed, placing the bowl of cat food beside her (plus spilling a few drops of coffee along the way).

The two had their breakfast in silence. Well, aside the sound of the munching of biscuits and the slurping of coffee. The breeze crept its way through the room again, surrounding the two as it whirled peacefully however energetically around them causing her dream catchers and wind chimes to jingle and dance frantically creating a new enchanting sound to destroy the silence.

Tasha shivered and cupped her hands amongst the coffee mug, hugging it tightly as she was sitting cross legged upon her cosy bed, hunched to gain warmth. As she sipped a small drop of coffee she could feel the hot liquid trickle down her body as though it were the trigger to lighting a campfire in her stomach, allowing her body to be comforted by heat. Tasha turned to view Smudge who was nibbling away cheerfully at his food, aggressively gnawing at the fish shaped biscuits that exuded a loud crunch. The corners of her mouth rose as her cheekbones elevated causing a stunning smile to appear on Tasha's smooth face, her eye lashes fluttering as her auburn hair blew in her eyes by the wind which was still calmly howling around the room. She lifted her small hand and stroked Smudge's back as her fingers entangled with his dark fluffy fur, her black ebony nails blending in with his thick coat. The poor cat even flinched at how warm her hands were as the coffee mug brought heat to them.

'I love you Smudge' Tasha whispered, as Smudge lifted his head as they made eye contact. That was Smudge's way of returning Tasha's love (or so she presumed). Tasha chuckled to herself, finding it amusing that out of all the desirable people in the world she could fall in love with ... she was in love with a cat.

'Sad old idiot' Tasha muttered to herself, looking down at the creamy coloured liquid that was swirling beneath her. It almost made her dizzy. The trees outside Tasha's bedroom window caught her eye as she watched them sway from aide to side. Tasha sighed and placed the coffee mug upon her bedside table and threw her oversized pyjama shirt off her body and onto the floor, wandering carelessly around her bedroom topless.

Whoosh.

Smudge ear shatteringly squealed and shot out of the bathroom quick as lightening as Tasha laughed in hysterics, shaking her head in amusement.

'It's only water, Smudge!' She called, rubbing her aching cheeks that were in pain of too much laughter. She tied her thick hair up in a messy bun using a piece of Smudge's old string he usually plays with and carefully slid into the bathtub that was drowned in soapy scented water, lifting her beautiful neck to stare up into the ceiling. She covered herself in bubbles and foam, stroking her broad shoulders, smooth slim arms and her collar bone where her tattoo of a black rose was marked until her svelte body was complete with nothing but foamy bubbles. She even tossed elements of foam and water at Smudge whenever he bravely snuck back into the room, just to wind up the poor creature and allow him to scamper off, leaving Tasha in peace. Once left alone and the bubbles were soaking onto her oily, skinny body, she closed her eyes, dreamily, drifting off to a depressingly distant land that only Tasha could reach. Nothing could disturb her relaxed nature. Nothing.

Ring, ring. Ring, ring.

The sound of a bicycle bell caused Tasha's eyes to whip open - her heart was pounding fast. She almost drowned. She wished she had.