He breathed in, the soft bed holding his body in a warm embrace, legs intertwined with the blanket. His eyes opened as a ray of sunshine crept in on his face, his carmel skin glowing, he winced turning back to the dark. The alarm went off, his cat sat above his head her tail beating smoothly to a silent rhythm, as she gently meowed for food nudging him with her head in an effort to wake her servant. He reached above his head and grabbed the cat before she could run cuddling her. His half lidded eyes still heavy with sleep, letting her go, she leaped from the bed cleaning her tousled fur quickly. He lifted the warm blanket, sitting up right, revealing a white t-shirt and black boxers, that laid tight on his thighs. He ran his fingers through his hair, opening one eye he reached for his thin framed glasses and put them on. He swung his legs slowly out of bed, stretching one last time before standing in his chilly room. He picked up a sweater from his chair threw it on and a pair of thick jogging pants. He made his way in to the kitchen, the cat already waiting at her bowl.
Picking up her bowl, he opened the cupboard taking out a container filled with tiny brown pebbles, pouring them into her tiny bowl. She meowed longingly as her tiny fluffy body rubbed against his legs, her fur now stuck to his once tidy jogging pants, reminding him to hurry she meowed again as he then knelt down carefuly placing the bowl on the ground, petting her before getting up as she happily chewed. He put the container back in it's place, and took out a fresh bowl for her filling it with water, replacing the one from the other day next to the cats food bowl. While hearing the delightful crunching sounds coming from her, he washed his hands. The at first cold water felt uncomfortably freezing, the bubbles forming between his fingers soon met an almost comforting warm stream, turning off the tap, he dried off his hands.
He prepared his hand brewed coffee, slowly pouring hot water over his ground beans. The smell filling the room, he sat down to a warm cup of coffee adding a sip of milk and two spoons of sugar. His toast popped up, placing the two slices on his plate smearing salty butter and a tiny amount of strawberry jam just to taste. He gazed out of the window, his eyes met a now gray sky, the sun that woke him had disappeared behind clouds, as it began to snow. His cold feet ached for warmth as he sprang up and got a pair of wool socks and put them on.
The coffee on the table had began growing cold and the bread turning stale as he sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. The silence broken by a tiny whimper and a nudge.
