Weeping Willows

Food Comas

Chapter 7

Elizabeth was slowly pulled from sleep by a small tickle on her forehead. As she becomes more conscience, she can feel a stray piece of hair lazily drifting in a slight cold breeze. She reaches up brushing it back as she sat up and stretched. Letting out a noisy yawn she shivered at the brisk temperature of the room. Elizabeth grabbed the glass of water sitting on the coffee table in front of her chugging the cold liquid quickly. She must have slept with her mouth wide open all night, probably drooling everywhere, and snoring like a buzz saw. Her mouth had been so dried out that her tongue had seemed slightly shriveled. Smacking her satisfied lips together she set the now empty glass back down and reached for her phone turning it on to check the time. It was 9 a.m. in the morning and despite wanting to head to bed for some more sleep she decided it was best to get up and greet the day. One last over the top stretch and a ginormous belch later and she was ready to rise.

Chuckling to herself Elizabeth gathered up the throw and the small decorative pillow from the sofa heading to the washer to put them in. She was thankful to live alone so no one could see just what an unattractive slob she liked to be. After starting the laundry and taking care of business in the bathroom she decided that instead of making herself breakfast she would head into town and hit the dinner. The next best thing to a home cooked meal was someone else cooking and doing the dishes. Throwing on a comfy pair of clothes and tossing her unruly red mop in a sloppy bun she felt that was good enough for the day and headed out. She hated spending copious amounts of time on getting ready in the mornings and if she didn't have to she wasn't going to. Who was she trying to impress anyway; absolutely no one. Grabbing her messenger bag and keys she headed out the door with thoughts of bacon, eggs, and fluffy pancakes making her salivate and pick up the pace.

Twenty minutes later Elizabeth pushed open the heavy glass door setting off a tinkling of little bells that alerts the waitress of new customers. Her nose was met with the heavenly aromas floating in the air causing her to deeply inhale.

"Sit wherever you want hun and I'll be right with you."

Elizabeth choose a stool at the counter. Looking around the place she took in the old 50's dinner décor they had going on. It wasn't that they specially decorated with a theme towards that but that the dinner was probably that old. The stool and chair legs along with the counter edge were made of chrome that sparkled as the sun hit it. You could see scratches across it from years of wear, but they didn't detract from the shine. The seats were all covered in sparkly fire engine red vinyl that added to the overall charm. The counter tops and floor were a light grey and white marble that looked relatively new in appearance. Along the walls were pictures of the local forest around the town. Each had some form of a body of water in it. She recognized the reservoir where her home was located, but some of the other photographs she assumed were of the different natural springs that were in the area. Elizabeth was pulled from her perusal as a young waitress tapped on her notepad with her pen waiting to be noticed. She had a friendly smile that reached and warmed her mossy green colored eyes. Her black pin straight hair was pulled back in a high ponytail that swung about with each of her movements.

"Hi, my name is Jenny and I'll be your waitress today. Are you ready to order or do you still need a minute?"

"Give me just a minute too look over the menu. Can I get a coffee though?"

"Sure thing did you want leaded or unleaded?'

At Elizabeth's quizzical stare the waitress giggled lightly and explained. "Regular or decaf."

"Oh! Leaded please."

With a nod of her head she went to cash out a customer with a promise to be right back with her coffee. Elizabeth looked back to the laminated menu trying to decide what sounded the best as she drooled over the pictures. Setting down a steaming cup in front of her she pulled out her pad and pen once again.