I know you're sleeping, pretty girl. You look so peaceful and lovely tangled in the sheets with your hair spilling untidily about you, but I want your attention now so I put the music on too loud for 5am. The bass makes the bed tremble and shake, violating your slumber all the way from the outer room.
And then, when you come out pissed off, I smile at you and turn it up a little louder. Your eyes glitter with fury as you head for the shower.
After last night, I know you're dirty and in need of a shower, but I've used up all the hot water. Little bitch, you're going to goosebump if you wanna get clean.
When you pick up your toothbrush, shivering from your icy wash up, you'll notice the bristles are wet because I used it. It's yours and, just to piss you off, I took it and put it in my mouth until I made the toothpaste foam and froth. But then, you know all about helping yourself, don't you?
The music is so loud I can't hear you come down the hall, but I see the warped rectangle of light from the open bathroom door framing your long shadow so I know you're on your way and my heart skips a pounding beat.
The light flicks on in the kitchen and I dance lazily in the living room, the shadow of a smile on my lips as I know you're about to discover I used the last of the milk so you'll have to eat your cereal dry. It's just not your morning, is it baby?
I turn and there you are. Your sweet feminine curves barely contain your anger. I can feel it humming on the bass line. It's gorgeous. You look so alive.