Erlkings Random writings...
May 20, 2014 10:44:47 GMT -8
Post by Erlkings on May 20, 2014 10:44:47 GMT -8
Currently a work in progress, but done mostly out of boredom.
Solaris-
I awoke that morning as I usually did, a little disoriented, and checking my surroundings to make sure where I was. It was hard enough to sleep at night with my own thoughts, but once you added other people’s dreams and nightmares to the equation things get a little hectic. Sitting up I stretched as a beam of early morning sunlight ran across my chest, it felt warm and welcoming. It took a bit of effort to get up and be mobile, but the day was early and there was plenty to be done.
The new morning routine had gone pretty smoothly I thought as I went down the checklist: futon put away, face washed, teeth cleaned, and finally teapot on the stove warming water for tea. The cupboards were rather empty, but a container of oats stood out. Grabbing that and two mismatched bowls I got to work making some oatmeal. The prep was short, so I peaked my head out of the little kitchen alcove to check on Lunas. The childhood friend who had been there more than I could ever repay her for. Her futon was a few feet from where mine had been, the sun slowly creeping up her sleeping form. It was the peaceful expression on her face framed by the silvery white hair that made me wish she could always be so relaxed.
My attention was quickly pulled back to the kitchen when the teapot began softly whistling. Pulling it off before it could wake Lunas, I quickly poured everything for myself. The hope was that the soft aroma would wake her then he could prepare her meal, without the worry of it getting cold.
Solaris-
I awoke that morning as I usually did, a little disoriented, and checking my surroundings to make sure where I was. It was hard enough to sleep at night with my own thoughts, but once you added other people’s dreams and nightmares to the equation things get a little hectic. Sitting up I stretched as a beam of early morning sunlight ran across my chest, it felt warm and welcoming. It took a bit of effort to get up and be mobile, but the day was early and there was plenty to be done.
The new morning routine had gone pretty smoothly I thought as I went down the checklist: futon put away, face washed, teeth cleaned, and finally teapot on the stove warming water for tea. The cupboards were rather empty, but a container of oats stood out. Grabbing that and two mismatched bowls I got to work making some oatmeal. The prep was short, so I peaked my head out of the little kitchen alcove to check on Lunas. The childhood friend who had been there more than I could ever repay her for. Her futon was a few feet from where mine had been, the sun slowly creeping up her sleeping form. It was the peaceful expression on her face framed by the silvery white hair that made me wish she could always be so relaxed.
My attention was quickly pulled back to the kitchen when the teapot began softly whistling. Pulling it off before it could wake Lunas, I quickly poured everything for myself. The hope was that the soft aroma would wake her then he could prepare her meal, without the worry of it getting cold.