she awoke before he did, stretched her best feline impression and eyed him over. she always was a bit envious of how men seemed to sleep so well in beds that weren't their own. his face was half buried into the crisp white pillow he had claimed, the rest of him lay about uncovered.
she hadn't meant to wake him, with the tracing finger she had run across his shoulders, but she saw him come to life, shudder slightly like the rumble of an old engine. he clawed a hand through his hair and through the hazy morning light of her bedroom she saw him look her over, and greet her good morning. god what must my hair look like, i haven't thought of it at all she thought but she smiled back at him, almost instinctively, there was just something about the rusty voice of a man in the morning she loved.
he rolled back on to his spine, stretched his toes, and didn't think to cover himself until she popped from bed and reached for an explosively colourful silk robe. she sorted her hair, as only women seem to know how to do, without looking at it and a few brisk movements of her hands. the blonde in it was starting to go, and he thought she looked quite a picture of contrast- a hair coloured as a feign and those eyes so intense authentic and dark.
she fixed her hair and intentionally left her robe open, she fought back a smirk at his gaze and turned to walk to a nearby mirror. god i am sore but that smirk broadened to a full smile, she was sore in all of her favourite places. facing the mirror she made a show of looking at her face but she was really evaluating her body. does no harm to make sure everything is looking good if you're going to prance around half naked she thought. breasts and stomach looked good, and so did her hips, ive always had nice hips, but she frowned at her thighs. she had always found them too large, but strangely enough boys seemed to always be so fond of them. she would always probably find them too large.
'certainly, not baroque though.' she said out loud without thinking.
in the mirrors reflection she saw a single eye creek open and look at her. she felt in that moment very exposed, with her hands at her face her thighs and bottom were completely visible. his eye closed. 'no, not baroque. more an impressionist era. degas perhaps'
he could not see her beam. she turned and looked him over, now covering the important areas.
'mantegna for you i think'. she decided. his eye brows raised though his eyes remained shut.
'without the holes i hope' he answered.
'of course' she responded silly boy.
'well i've better looking company that's for sure'. he finished.
god i should hope so. that didn't say much, the two ladies in that painting were ugly enough to almost ruin it. but it had been meant as a compliment and while there would have been plenty of days when she wouldn't have been able to take it as such, today she did.
it had been an off the cuff remark, not nearly as sweet as it should have been he thought. he propped himself up on his elbows and prepared himself to follow it, if necessary. mornings were delicate periods with women, too much light, too much reality floating around like the dusty particles that are exposed in the intruding morning rays of light. but she walked, danced, skipped in her own particularly joyous way to the kitchen and he concluded that it had been well enough received.
'breakfast?' she asked. with her back to him in the kitchen area- it was a large but single roomed studio flat.
'maybe, what are you in the mood for?'
she turned to him and flashed her most devilish smile 'momo's'
he chuckled and shook his head. he was too worn out from the night before to start again. in sheer volume he was her better but in tenacity she knew few equals.
he thought that she was probably often misunderstood. at first glance she did seem to be completely erratic and random in her movements and in her nature. she pulled out two champagne flutes, then walked to her collection of vinyls, thumbed through about ten and then picked one out but didn't place on the record player, she crossed the room and across the extravagant thick persain rug of her floor to open the curtains, too wide at first, readjusted them, collected a book off the small chair side table, deposited it on the kitchen counter, paused for a moment to consider herself, and then returned to the glasses. she was a leaf on the breeze, not as some frantic victim of propulsion but as some part of the divine synchronicity of the universe. it was all as rhythmic in its own way as all the heavenly movements just not as easy to discern.
she saw him pull on on his jeans as he said, 'i wish i could, but i cant' and while in some way she had known that he wouldn't leave, the words still made her sad. socks and shoes, shirt and jacket. the radiators hummed in her apartment but it would be cold outside. she thought for a moment to protest and then did not. it was just what it was.
at the door frame he said 'again some time?'
'of course'
outside the door he had stopped, just to catch the last few sounds of her. he could hear her moving about the small apartment and he though then that she was an elemental temporarily trapped, but he knew too that all too soon she would be released, again a zephyr.
down the stairs and out the two doors. he turned right to walk through the grey towards ibrox station but the wind was blowing fully, and hard, into his face. with the kelvin running through town, it was almost impossible to know which way it would gust. he turned about and headed towards hillhead, popped his collar to cover his neck, and as the wind led him down the cobbled street for the first time all morning he smiled.
when the door had closed she had lingered a moment, then returned to the record she had chosen 'honkey chateau'. she considered for a moment changing the record she'd picked. its going to be a beautiful momrning, with or without the company, no reason to pout. she started the turntable, danced her way back into her kitchen and opened the refrigerator, reached in and pulled out a cheap bottle of champagne.
happily and aloud to herself she said 'ah, breakfast!'
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