Typical Morning
The bright sunlight coming through the broken blind on my bedroom window wakes me up. It usually does. Nothing better than early morning sunlight in your face for a wake up call. The sleep slowly falls from my body as I'm waking up completely, and I become aware of the fact her legs are tangled in mine. Now I don't dare move. At least not for another few minutes. I don't want to wake her up.
She's huddled up against my back, her small body pressed up to mine. Her shallow, sleeping breaths make her stomach and chest heave against my back. Her young, adolescent hands rest against my back, and her legs lie with mine. You could say we're tangled up at the moment. One of her legs is draping over mine, while the other lies between. I could lay here for hours like this, pretending I'm not where I am...
But as usual reality sinks in and smacks me in the face. Well, in this case, it smacks me in the bowels. Nature calls and I'm forced to leave the warmth of my bed and Catseye. Slowly I remove myself from the bed, hoping she doesn't wake up. When I'm certain she's still asleep, I leave the room, heading for the bathroom.
After a quick, refreshing shower, I head downstairs. The moment I cross the thresh-hold, I can hear the mayhem that lies beyond the hallway. Sigh, I'm used to this, so I just walk right on past the hell and into the kitchen. In the living room, Pietro's bugging the hell out of Wanda, who is currently telling Toad to piss off. Freddy's lazin' about in the arm chair, ignoring the twins while watching T.V. How he does it, is beyond me. Our resident rictor-scale has yet to make an cameo appearance. The Boss is probably safely locked away in her bedroom, ignoring all of this. The two new guys, Wulff and Nostromo... eh, they're probably not even here. Those two tend to take off like the own the town. And I don't blame 'em!
Finally safe in the kitchen, I head for the cupboard first. Just as I reach for a glass, the house is interrupted by a fierce tremor. Guess Lance had enough of the bickering down here and decided to make the point from his room. Smart guy; stop the havoc without actually coming down into it. When the tremor stops, and I finally get my cup, I head for the sink. Considering Mystique's long given up on coffee-pots--they always get broken, I've made due with a glass of water every morning. And considering our toaster shorted out and tampered with--thanks to our new techno-path, Nostromo--I've survived on--surprisingly fresh--fruits every morning. Well, at least someone in the Brotherhood is in top-notch health! Putting my glass of water ontop of the fridge, I look inside the small cooled space. Without second though, I grab and orange, close the door with my hip, and grab my cup.
Once I'm finally back in my room, I make sure to gently close my door over. I take a sip of the water, and then gently place the cup down on my bedside table as I pass it. Now at my opened window, I start to break and peel the skin of the orange. Casually and without second thought, I toss the bits of peel onto the ground below my window. I sit onto the windowsill and glance over at Catseye in my bed. She's stirred, but hasn't made an effort to get up. In fact, I don't even know if she's woken up at all. Good for her if she hasn't. She doesn't need any kind of rude awakening.
There's a sudden round of crashing, yelling, and feminine screaming downstairs. Wanda, Pietro and Toad must be at it again. And the crashing must have been Freddy finally having enough of their mini wars and breaking something to get his point across. Then there's only more yelling, screams, and more sounds of things breaking. That time I think it was Wanda, possibly breaking the television and a window or two. There's a sudden tremor, harder than last time. Then comes the enraged, sleepy voice of Mystique... Finally, Catseye stirs, lifts her head sleepily, then plops her head right back down, out like a light again.
Smiling, I look out of the window, starting on my orange. Just another typical morning.
-End
©-Amanda
Written by Yin.