The colors from the night before had all run together into a gray sunrise. She slowly woke up to find herself alone in his bed. She lay there for a few minutes, absolutely loving the feel of his bed sheets on her naked body. After prolonging getting out of bed long enough, she set foot on the floor, the carpet of his bedroom tingling her bare feet. She walked over to his closet and found one of his white shirts, which fit her with plenty of room to spare.
She walked into the kitchen, where she was greeted by Miles Davis' horn playing softly on his sound system, as well as the smell of freshly brewed coffee. A coffee cup was sitting on top of a note to her that read, "Out of milk, be back shortly."
She poured the brown liquid into the cup, and took a seat at the kitchen table. Miles struck up another tune, and she let her mind wander off. Her new lover would be home shortly. What would the day bring for them? Neither of them had anything to do today. They could go somewhere. They could stay in. Whatever they did, she only wanted to do it with him.
She sipped her coffee, and slowly she began to wake up. Outside it was raining lightly. She stepped over to the window and looked out, down at the soaked sidewalk below. Not many people were out this morning.
She walked around his apartment, looking at the paintings that were on his wall. One that was called "Fire," which was an abstract piece of his, particularly intrigued her. She looked closely at the red and orange lines curving across the canvas. She envisioned him painting this work, his arm holding the brush, caressing the canvas the way he caressed her the night before. She began to wonder exactly what this painting meant, because she knew him to well to believe that it was merely paint on canvas.
She noticed the painting of her was still sitting out from yesterday. She waked over to it, and she saw an unfinished portrait of a beautiful woman standing on a roman column. Even though it was unfinished, she began to fall in love with it, and she could hardly believe that the woman in the portrait was herself. She jumped as the door opened and he stepped through soaking wet, carrying a plastic bag.
She smiled and walked over to him, and their soft lips met. Wrapping her arms around his neck, some water dripped onto her face from his hair.
"Hi honey!"
"Good morning beautiful"
He held her close as they kissed again; one hand grabbed her ass tightly.
"Underwear is for weekdays"
She smiled and winked at him, and he undid the top button of her shirt. He kicked off his shoes and headed for the kitchen, and she sat down at the table.
"What would you like for breakfast?"
"Whatever you're having."
He poured two bowls of Lucky Charms, and grabbed two spoons. He brought the bowls to the table, setting one in front of her. She took the carton of milk and poured it over her cereal, and he did the same. The two hardly spoke at breakfast, but instead devoured each other's eyes. That's when she noticed his were colored deep blue.
"Wait, what the..? Didn't you have brown eyes last night?"
"Yes, I have brown contacts. I didn't feel like putting them in this morning."
"Why in the world would you cover up such beautiful sapphires as those?"
"I dunno, I like to change it up a bit. I have a pair of contacts for every color they offer. I'm an artist, what can I say?"
The two laughed, and he took in her beautiful smile, her teeth perfectly white. She licked her lips, and he put his hand on hers.
The two finished their breakfast, and he yawned and stretched. He took both of their bowls to the sink, and ran some water over them, washing the remaining milk out. She peeked into the fridge, and found a banana. She peeled it slowly, then wrapped her mouth around it and took a bite, leaning on the counter and watching him do the dishes. He looked at her eating the fruit, and couldn't help but laugh.
"What?"
She asked him.
