The theatrics

Sleeping next to Attus, I woke up bright and early and realized that I did not have a single nightmare all through the night. As I sat up next to him, I yawned, stretched, and then looked over at him. I watched him sleep peacefully with his hair blown all over his face.

I reached out tentatively and gently pushed his hair away from his face and behind his left ear with my fingertips. He turned in his sleep, mouthing some unintelligible words, and I pulled my hand away abruptly.

I smiled to myself as I got out from under the covers. I walked languidly over to the window in my big night shirt and my old lady underwear, to peek out of it. It was still so early that the moon was still very visible in the sky. I smiled again as I refused to check the time. I just knew from the greyish blue tinge of the sky, that it would soon be the dawn of a dark, gloomy and rainy day. The winds had slowly started picking up even.

I walked over to the kitchenette, and started to make pancakes. It was n