They woke up one morning, his arms around her with her head tucked right below his. Gentle smiles on their faces and their eyes still closed as they snuggled even closer to each other. Not so long ago, they were telling each other how best they could get their girlfriend or boyfriend to give in and commit. And yet here they were now, not needing anyone else except each other.
She rose first, as she did on most days, went ahead to freshen herself, after which she headed straight to the kitchen for some coffee. As she made her way around the counter, she found that she was so comfortable in his shirt, it smelled like him and all she needed was that one piece of clothing since it covered her right up to her knees.
Everything was right where it was, for a guy he was pretty organised around the kitchen. There was some wholewheat bread on the counter and butter scotch flavoured cereal. Wanting to devour all, she settled for one slice of bread to go with the coffee and perched herself on the window sil with her legs pressed up against the glass. The rain had been at work all night and that left the morning pleasant, green and romantic, just the kind she liked waking up to. As she watched the metro go by in the distance far below, she remembered another time back in another country where she would be on the metro every day even before the sun rose. It seemed like a lifetime ago, every day rushing to get somewhere, so she could rush to do something, and she now had no idea why it was such a rush back then.
After what seemed like a half hour, she got off from her window seat. He had already managed to mobilize himself from the bed to the couch, although no other activity was accomplished in between. He usually needed a good fifteen minutes on the couch every morning before he could wake up for real. Although today, he was quite awake and had been looking at her for a while now. As she sat down beside him on the couch, they snuggled in the glory of togetherness some more. Many hugs and kisses later, it was time to go, they both had jobs that needed them.
While she was getting dressed and as she looked for the right earings that morning, she came across a pair she hadn't seen in a while. They were a gift from another guy she dated and although she got rid of most things he gave her, those earings were too pretty to give up. She put them on, thinking back to another time again, flashes of him coming back to her now and at some level, a little residual emotion was trying to surface. It's amazing how two tiny inanimate things can bring back so much. She could feel the familiar unsettling that characterised her time with that man. Almost immediately, the earings went back into the box. They were pretty, so they wont be thrown, but they were still too familiar to be worn again, ever.
