Blake and Melanie

Prologue

The sun starts rising above the horizon, setting dawn awake. The light bulb flickers on the white painted porch of Melanie's cozy home. A metallic yawn abruptly stops Melanie's soundless sleep.

"Riise and shiine~." The metallic voice sings from just a few feet away from Melanie's bed. The sound of robotic joints moving, posing him in a welcoming-wake up posture, his left hand gesturing up and his left on his chest.

A loud awaking yawn from Melanie, whose now sitting up, her arms stretching outward beside her. "Good morning to you too" Melanie says relaxing her back and rubbing her eyes. The soft fuzzy bear covering his hand over his mouth, a metallic and almost childish giggle. "Pfftaha, Blake, I never taught you to do that." Melanie says with a smile. "It's because I've never noticed how messy your hair looks when you wake up." Blake says with a teeth showing grin, shifting his eyes to Melanie's bed head.

"Well that's becuase I move alot in my sleep and within that sleep I do not know how much I'm making myself look like I slept in the woods." Melanie explains as she gets out of bed, shuffling her feet into her fuzzy pink slippers. "And my hair doesn't look like that becuase I don't lay down and sleep, right?"

"Well the sleeping part is still correct in a way, it's becuase you don't move around and yes, you're not laying down either." Melanie confirms to Blake as she pops and cracks her neck and back. "How come I can't do that?" The fuzzy bear questions, rising a mechanical brow. "Well becuase you don't have liquid with air bubbles around your joints."

Melanie makes her way to her bedroom door, she glances down at the spot where Blake "sleeps", his foot prints now nearly inbedded into the carpet not too far from the door either. "C'mon." She signals to the animatronic bear to follow her to the kitchen like all the other days.

At around 6:15 A.M. just like every other day, Melanie has breakfast and she and Blake discuss what will be the agenda for the day. Blake sits down at the table as per usual and Melanie gets started on her oatmeal, as per usual. Boiling the milk and adding sugar, salt, cinnamon, and well, the oatmeal, Melanie continues to stir her sweet oatmeal breakfast. "So how are your sytsems?" Melanie says turning to Blake, who seemed to have just completely his daily system check.

"All sytsems online." His robotic tone sounding assuring. "Well that's good," she says while stiring the boiling milk and growing oats, "What's the schedule today?" Why would I need a phone robot to tell me when I can have my own fuzzy buddy to?
"Today as per usual, you have your 7:40 morning jog, then 3 P.M. scavenge at the salvage yard, 4 P.M. activities with me," The robotic bear smiled at the thought of that, but went back to his previous expression with the next scheduled activity, "5:30 P.M. call with..."

The bear trails off, starring into the void, his eyes flickering. "Blake?" Melanie calls out his name concerned and confused why he stopped.
"With..." His eyes stabilise, "With Vanessa!" He looks up smiling at Melanie from his seat, looking like he had accomplishesd somthing.
"Hey bud, you okay?" Melanie asks, turning off the stove. It smells like warm, cozy, cinnamony oatmeal.
"Yeah, just had a slow moment for a second"
He nodded his head assuringly