Cus when was the last time I made something starring myself and didn't involve me swearing and free of angst or awkward autumn coffeeshop meetups?
Jk, this is just another chapter with all of the above.
Wolfie woke up to the second most annoying sound grating against her eardrums: frantic scratching against a wooden door accompanyed by muffled whimpering and soft barking.She pulled her eyelids open, wincing at the glorious beams of sunlight shining through the slits of an open curtain.Her bare toes grazed the rough carpet floor as she lazily swung her legs off the bed.
It was already an inviting morning.
She couldn't remember the last time she had dealt with the similar problem of dogs waking her up before the world was awake, but she could remember it was during the several summer breaks in her school years and the uncomfortably hot, lonely nights.Glancing behind her, she remembered the only difference between now and then was that she wasn't alone.
Scratch that, two differences.That and also it was mid-october and her ass was freezing the fuck off.
She stood slowly, ensuring that none of her movements would disturb the mattress, then sauntered to the closed door leading to the rest of her dwelling.
Their dwelling.
As she wanders down the hallway, a beagle, basenji, and two calico cats are at her heels.Polaroids and portraits behind frames of glass are splayed on the walls of the hallway, placed neatly next to one another; not too tightly packed together nor too spaces out.The collection of photos started as a mere polaroid scotch-taped on the wall from when they first moved in.The hall now was a vast museum of their years together and years of friendships from both sides.Wolfie couldn't help but grin whenever she passed the scotch-taped polaroid at the end of the hall, always reminding her that many many years were still to come.
Barefeet finally touching the cold hardwood floor of the living room as Wolfie blindly groped the wall finding a switch.The artificial light lit the rest of the home, but it quickly became useless while she was filling the bowls with food for her several pets.
Natural light finally making its way to the rest of the apartment, kissing every dusty corner.Colorful vases filled with colorful flowers, taken care of under the gentlest hand, glowed under the morning's cheery rays.Canvases boasting the darkest colors were lit and immediately bragged the brightest colors.Through the cracks between the blinds against the glass, patio doors, the sleepy city was soon bustling with busy people managing busy lives and following busy schedules.Wolfie pondered about what those busy people did in their lives that made them so focused and motivated and occasionally distracted.
'That time should be put to going to snurch.Snurch...Snail chruch.'Wolfie mused as she punched the button on the small coffeemachine and leaning against the counter, waiting for the rest of her body to wake up.
The coffeemachine was a 'good-bye-and-good-luck-getting-some' gift from Angelique before Wolfie headed east.It was small but it did the job, similar to Angie.Wolfie continued to compare her friend to the coffeemachine until an excited yip pulled her from her thoughts.A slomborous but friendly laugh crawled from the hall joined by more exuberant barks.
Wolfie can't help but grin at Lauren's grand entrance; titian, curly hair askew and eyes squinting behind wide turquoise glasses.
"Morning.You look like shit."was the first thing Wolfie said.
As Lauren slowly made her way towards Wolfie, she softly spoke in a warning, rough, and dry murmer,"Careful, those could be your last words, you ass."
Wolfie raised her arms expectantly, eyebrows shooting to behind her bangs.Lauren graciously accepted the embrace, pulling the shorter woman off the counter.
"'M sorry.Morning my gorgeous shit."
Lauren smirked and brought Wolfie's face to her own, but not close enough for the shorter one, whom then whined like their dogs moments earlier.
"Not much of an improvement, but I'm still impressed."
"Impressed with what?"Wolfie whispered, still milimeters away from her face.
"You still think that I'm pr-"
Their lips touched breifly, but it held all the affection Wolfie kept in her heart.
"You are gorgeous.You're so goddamn beautiful.I'll gladly die reminding you that."Wolfie hissed, her fingers weaving into orange locks of hair.Lauren held her breath when she felt her face quickly becoming warm.
Their tender moment was quickly interupted by a soft growl.
"Was that..?"Lauren began glancing at their two dogs, who looked up at her innocently.Feeling Wolfie press herself against her chest, Lauren laughed softly and let her fingers wander through black locks of hair.
"Hungry?"
A second of silence passed by before being replaced by a muffled, embarssed,"Sort of."
Wolfie slowly looked up sheepishly and locked eyes with Lauren's soft, sleepy gaze and her lips drawn into a mischievous smirk.
"There's this new pizza place near here I've been meaning to take you to."Lauren murmered softly.
Wolfie (1) straightened quickly and pulled herself up towards Lauren's face, sharing another quick kiss.
"Of all the things I love about you, this is probably what I love best.Fuck the coffee."
Lauren couldn't help but whisper,"Gay."
(1)-
Situational irony-form of irony in which events in a story end up differently than from what is expected.
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Get it, cus I'm not straight?
