numbers

Before Waking

one, plus two, plus three...

Three red birds. One grey, eating. Two black, feeding their small one. 

Skies outside had never filled with such beautiful songs, such just scenery and such colorful foe. All Reggy saw, was numbers. One, plus two, plus three, he thought, as he saw. One grey, two black, three red, he thought as he counted the birds, not only that, but counted them. Reggy walked back to his fridge. He wasn't one to tirelessly keep counting everything. But he wasn't one to leave everything at only that, but at least an estimate. 

As the cold air hit his face and the total of six birds sang their song outside his window, Reggy pulled out a dozen cardboard box of eggs. Next, a full jug of milk, and after that, two sausages. Closing the compartment, Reggy walked back towards the counter, on top of which the window he watched the six birds sing from, laid. 

The dark brown haired male stood at 5'6", something of which he never seemed to care much about anymore. Though, in middle school, he sure did love saying those numbers consistently to his shorter friends. Five feet and six inches! were the numbers and words that'd proudly slip through his chapped and pink lips as he laid his arms upon his short friends' heads.

The light blue sky smiled at the world as the single sun peaked its head through the many trees, five to be exact, in front of Reggy's window. The six bird's song quieted as the sound of sizzling five eggs and two chopped up sausages cooked over the hot stove. Reggy hummed softly to himself, now counting the chopped up sausages that once were two whole ones, "Let's see here," Reggy mumbled to himself as he began his counting. "aanndd, there's one, two, three, four, five," he continued counting on until the stove's clock went from 9:26 am to 9:27 am. The number "Twenty-four," dispersed from his lips as the corners curled up into a satisfied smile after counting the chopped up sausages in sixty seconds. The male scrambled his five eggs alongside his twenty-four chopped sausages some more until they were ready to be served onto his single, favorite, blue plate. The blue plate smiled so honestly towards Reggy. "Boy do I love you," He said, as if the inanimate object would show any sign of affection or humanly emotion in return. 

At his brown, crooked table, he sat. One clear glass of pink lemonade as well as one blue, smiling, plate of scrambled eggs with sausages and seasoning. And in this calm, quiet, peaceful home, Reggy sat; and he ate. He ate alongside his only real, purring, companion, Ronzo. Ronzo loved to come and go as he pleased, but with Reggy he always wants to be. Even if he himself found his owner quite the weird one, to say the least.