Endless: REWRITTEN

23. Carnelian

Robin

The moment I open my eyes, I realize something: I forgot to clean the kitchen.

Then I tried to roll over and notice another body next to me and my next thought is: fuck the kitchen.

I don't recommend fucking kitchens, though. That would be weird and also, how would you do that? Nevertheless, I didn't need a kitchen to fuck when I have the perfect partner sleeping peacefully next to me. At some point in the night, she put her bra and underwear back on, but her hair is a bird's nest and fatigue still etches itself on her features, despite the rest she's getting.

Okay, instead of staring at her like a creep, how about you be productive?

True. Thankfully, my conscious is a lot nicer to me these days, so I have more drive to get out of bed. I decide to brew her some coffee to wake up to... or would she prefer tea? I'll just make both and drink the one she doesn't choose. It's nice to have options, y'know?

A majority of my clothes are in the living room where the action started, so I pace out to get dressed. I'm bending down to clean up a little when I hear a phone ring. I glance around to find the muffled sound coming from her purse on the coffee table. Pulling the device out, I find that she's getting a call from Mordecai.

Interesting... I mean, it is my brother.

"Yo," I answer.

"What the—Robin? What are you doing with Natalie's phone?"

"Taking a message. Please respond after the 'beep'."

"Okay, messenger boy, tell your lover that she's over forty-five minutes late for work and I can only stall Viola for so long."

I glance at the digital clock, noting that it's nearing the 10 A.M hour on a Tuesday. "Noted. I'll tell her straight away. But she's sleeping right now, so she might be a bit... panic-induced when she gets there. But, I mean, what's new with her, right?"

"Why... you know what, I don't want to know. Just tell her."

Not even as much as a goodbye. I sigh. All good nights have to come to an end, I guess. I pad back into the bedroom and Natalie is still sleeping in the same position I left her. I decide to make her some coffee (since she'll need it once she wakes up) and place it in a mug. As soon as I walk in with the mug, she must've gotten wind of the scent, because she awakens as soon as I get close with it.

"Awaken, my love!" I exclaim. "You're desired elsewhere."

"What...?" she glances at the clock next to her, and exactly like I predicted, she gasps and flies out of bed. I simply walk back into the kitchen and find a portable mug, pouring the coffee straight into it, along with her desired amounts of cream and sugar.

In a record time of twenty minutes, she's in one of her cute work outfits, brushing her hair. She tosses the brush on the couch and just before she exits the door, pulling her keys off of the hook, I hand her the coffee mug and kiss her sweetly.

"Have a good day at work, my love," I tell her.

This stops her wild descend to madness. She gives me a loving look before kissing me again and flying back out of the door, continuing on her path to Hell. I shut the door behind her and take a breath.

Making her coffee and breakfast after a night of sex before she goes off to work... I could get used to this...

I shove my hands into my pockets, looking around the hectic apartment, the smell of coffee and perfume in the air. And I smile. I could spend my life like this... I could.