The sun is only starting to peak out, and the birds are still half-asleep, but aware enough to be announcing their presence loud and clear. It was springtime, April exactly, and the air was just now getting warm after the indecisive March weather bringing winds as a nasty obstacle to a decent climate, as it always does. But even in a weather like this one could still go out in something lighter.
It was 5 am. Mornings like this are always something to be looking forward to. When everyone else were still sound asleep in their warm, comfortable beds, seeing their tenth dream by now, some psychopaths chose to make it difficult for themselves and others around them, and wake up at this time.
Tori was an early birdie. She was also a psychopath, but that was out of the question. Stirring awake, she tried stretching her arms out after such a deep sleep, her body aching from being in the same position for several hours. Something was not letting her move, something was wrapped around her, it seemed. With a frustrated huff she cracked her eyes open, now fully awake. The morning light, though still not so glaring at the moment, shone through the glass, letting her know the sun was rising. The body next to her groaned in protest as she, as gracefully as one could at such an early hour, untangled herself from it, the mass curled up in the sheets, the absence of warmness most probably settling over after she got up from the bed. A little ritual she was used to by now.
And yet, she had another routine to be attending to. Pulling her robe on, she shut the door carefully behind her to let the other woman sleep some more. She walked down the stairs, rubbing the sleep out of her puffy eyes and getting the single strands of hair out of her face. Brushing against the marble counter, she stood on her tippy toes to pull the jar with the coffee beans out of the cupboard.
With a silent yawn she turned on the coffeemaker, watching herself put the beans into the pot. She turned around and pressed her back against the counter with arms crossed over her chest, waiting for the machine to finish brewing her beverage. Instantly the scent hit her nose, making her sigh in content before closing her eyes.
They were nice. Mornings like this. Once in a while, she let the atmosphere around her sink in, and all of the worries from the days before would just melt, being replaced with only the strong scent of freshly brewed coffee early on a Sunday morning. Perhaps life was simply easy in these moments. Everything didn't seem so bad early on. What did they say, "don't talk to me until I've had my morning coffee"? Cringe saying, but it was true, Tori couldn't deny her love for coffee.
She heard shuffling outside of the kitchen, indicating that the other person was also up now.
"Fuck, Tori, go back to sleep.." Furiously rubbing eyes, the woman grumbled, half-asleep, fuck, she was not a morning person. Tori always ruined her mornings by waking her up when she got up, and she, frustratingly, wouldn't be able to fall asleep by herself after. Too used to having a warm body by her side. And Tori, unfortunately, never went back to sleep after waking up, she was a freak like that. Usually, she would just lay in bed awake after the other woman left the bedroom, hopelessly trying to fall asleep, and an hour or so after fruitlessly getting up when Tori came back from her morning runs to "start" her morning.
"Why aren't you asleep? You go back to sleep," The horned woman rolled her eyes, staring at the shirtless mess in front of her. She picked up her mug, her coffee was now ready and hot as ever, just the way she liked it, taking a sip while not taking her gaze off the other woman.
"Can't fall asleep.. You woke me up," Sighing in agitation, with a droopy expression, the woman came up behind the other, wrapping her arms around her torso, the coffee's smell especially strong now. It was obvious that she was trying to keep Tori close to at least get some sleep, her mind too fuzzy to care about the fact that she was hugging her, with her head placed on her shoulder. "So warm..."
Tori murmured something against her coffee mug, taking a small sip of her black coffee. The brit grimaced at the view.
"How the fuck do you even drink that? It's so bloody bitter," Her accent was especially heavy at this hour, heavy with sleep, so one would barely understand anything from what she was saying. Not Tori, she was used to this by now.
"If you want, there's more," She grinned like a bitch that she was at the woman's groan of disgust. A grumpy "eat shit" was exchanged between them before Tori was let go of, the sandy hair disappeared out of her view.
"Are you planning on going back to bed, or you gonna be up?" Slight hope was still present inside of the brit, maybe today could be different. It was Sunday, for Christ's sake.
"Go back to sleep, Jehovah"
"God, fuck you so hard."
Tamara's footsteps could be heard growing quiet as she left the hallway, heading back up to the bedroom. Tori stood, elbows on the counter, holding her mug by the handle. Standing here alone in the room, deafening silence filling the air, Tori simply couldn't help but enjoy herself. This is why she liked getting up early. She could just take her time, enjoy time all by herself. Even if she wasn't the only one awake now, that fact didn't let her ruin her morning. Taking a sip from time to time, warmness filling her chest despite the earlier bickering that just took place. Although it was her daily routine, Tori still wasn't really awake. It was the weekend, and perhaps Tamara was right to be hopeful. Maybe today could be different, after all.
Taking her mug with her, she made her way out of the kitchen and went back up to the bedroom.