10/20/10 リン雨
The scent of cooking French toast flew up my nose as I took a deep breath. I sat up, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands. At first I didn't know where I was or how I got there when I looked around. Seeing Satoko's mother cooking in the kitchen made me remember the night before.

"Well, good morning!" she called looking over the counter, a smile on her face. "Hope you're hungry!"

I could only stare at her in shock. "You didn't have to make breakfast," I mumbled looking across the room to the clock hanging on the wall. It was barely before eight in the morning.

"I did anyway!" she replied, returning to her cooking. "It should be done in about twenty minutes. Do you mind waking Satoko up at that time?"

I nodded, standing up to go to the bathroom. I returned a couple minutes later, hands smelling of a very girly vanilla scent. Satoko's mother apologized, explaining that Satoko had chosen it. I couldn't complain; they had given me a place to stay for the night to wait out the storm, gave me clean clothes, and fed me.

Satoko's mother pointed me in the direction of the cabinet containing the dishes, asking if I could set the table for her. She laughed when I commented on the mismatching silverware; I was only a little confused by that.

Breakfast foods were brought to the table, which cued me to wake Satoko. I climbed the stairs to her room, knocking on her door twice before I entered. Satoko was curled in a ball under a massive mound of blankets; if I couldn't hear her sleep mumbling, I wouldn't have suspected she was there. Upon moving the blankets, the sleeping angel that was Satoko was revealed sound asleep on her right side. Her hair a mess, a plushy held in a tight death grip in her arms.

"Time to get up, Satoko," I said, shaking her shoulder. She raised her left arm, waving it around in the air before she hit me in the head with a loud thump.

She sat up, stretching her arms above her head before grabbing her blankets and returning to her pillow. "But… I love…" I wondered what she was dreaming about. She turned onto her other side, her hand resting gently on my knee. "Toffee."

Three tries later, I finally had Satoko walking down the stairs as she leaned against the wall. She muttered occasionally, incoherent phrases that made me chuckle from the delight she was. She locked herself in the bathroom for a good five minutes when we arrived back to the first floor. When she returned, the only difference was that she had combed her hair.

We sat at the table, Satoko's head buried in her arms as her mother brought the rest of the food.

After breakfast, Satoko gave me back my clothes so I could get dressed. They felt soft, but I was shocked by half of the things I touched.

The storm had cleared, leaving bright blue skies above us with soft white clouds.

And so my day began, a feeling that I had never gotten the chance to do this before lingered in the back of my mind.

I hope you enjoyed. Reviews would be nice!
Until next time, nakamatachi.
~RS