Those days after Christmas are always weird, I think. For weeks, or make that months really, there is this intense build up and everything has to be a certain way, we are supposed to feel all merry and bright, there is pressure from family, parties, shopping, decorating, baking, all leading up to this one day of days...... and then, like having a sugar crash, it all comes to an abrupt end and we're left in a confused emotional state, exhausted, and in need of that long winter's nap. At least that's how I feel.
I know you were feeling it, too. We've been sharing this house as room mates for almost a year now and have had some good late night talks, I think we know each other pretty well. With all this holiday craziness though we haven't seen much of each other lately and then we each traveled to be with our respective families for Christmas. I got back yesterday afternoon to an empty house and had some time to breathe and get my thoughts in order. I drew myself a bath and snuggled into my bed early, all cozy and warm. Some time much later, in the middle of the night, I heard you come dragging in.
Now that I'm slowly waking up the next morning, I wonder how things went for you. I feel the need to do something nice for you since you're probably completely bushed from your long trip. I decide to make breakfast so I sneak down the stairs, still in my jammies, and fix some soft scrambled eggs and toast, cut up some fruit, and brew two nice cups of strong, black tea. I thought we'd eat together and catch up.
Up the stairs I go with my tray full of goodies. I used the good china and the cloth napkins, and I put a flower that I snipped from a holiday bouquet in a small vase to make the whole thing look pretty. That, combined with the delicacies on the tray should give us a good start to the day.
I knock on your door. "Danny? Are you awake?"
"Not really, Dee." you say in a sleepy voice.
"May I come in? I have a surprise for you." I reply. "Are you decent?"
"Hang on.......... Ok, come on in."
