I've always loved the movie and it's one of the few I could watch over and over and over again without being board of it. Now i'm a story teller and with every movie I love, I've mentally added a character of my own. In The Adventures of Tintin, I c...
I woke to the sound that everyone hates. The sound that makes you want to break something. A sound that reminds you that we live in a world of pure evil. The alarm clock rang.
I groaned as I turned it off. And slowly sat up. I rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes and turned to Tintin to see if he was awake. The fact that he was snoring told me that he wasn't. I got up, trying not to move the bed a lot so I wouldn't wake him up. I walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a different dress.
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Just to make things a little easier for Tintin, I picked out an outfit for him. I neatly folded it and placed it next to him on the bed.
I quietly walked out of the bedroom and found my Father fast asleep. His snoring was (not surprisingly) really loud. I glanced down at Snowy's bed and it seemed like he didn't get much sleep because of Father's snoring. He was trying his best to cover his ears but wasn't succeeding. I walked over to him and after I knelt next to the dog, I lightly stroked his head. Snowy looked up at me and licked my hand; implying that he was happy to see me. When my Father snored once again, Snowy groaned in annoyance.
I chuckled once and whispered, "Didn't get much sleep I see." Snowy responded with a huff before I told him, "Why don't you sleep in the bedroom. It's much quieter in there."
Snowy slowly got up and I followed him to the bedroom door that I closed when I came out. I opened it just enough for Snowy to get through, then closed it again. Once this task was finished, I strolled over to the kitchen and started to boil some water for tea. I looked in the fridge to see if there was anything that I could make for everyone. Most everything was destroyed but all the fruit was still okay. I pulled it all out and started cutting up the fruit and after I put it in a small bowl, I added oats and milk. I made two more bowls for father and Tintin, then put the bowls in the fridge.
I stood in front of the window; admiring the view that I've seen hundreds of times. I slowly ate my breakfast as I waited for the water to boil. I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear the bedroom door open or hear Tintin walk up behind me. I felt him place his hands on my hips and his head on my shoulder. This pulled me away from my thoughts and brought a smile to my face.
I leaned my head against his and heard him ask, "Did you get enough sleep?"
"Well..." I said. "No one can ever get enough sleep."
"That is true." He replied.
I felt him turn his head towards my breakfast and he began to reach for my spoon. I slapped his hand away and told him, "Yours is in the refrigerator."
He chuckled once before kissing my cheek and saying, "Thanks, Lillian." He walked away to grab his food and when he came back, he stood next to me and looked at my empty easel. "What did you do with your paintings?" He asked
"I threw them out." I bluntly answered. "There wasn't anything I could do to fix them."
