.....Part 2....
We sit down and eat breakfast together. The mood is silent and slightly stale. You poor a cup of coffee and listen to the rain that is now poring down. You can hear it land, small masses being demolished to the ground. The coffee burns your tongue, in fear of spitting it out you swish it around inside your mouth a little while and hope that your tastebuds will recover by lunchtime.

His hair is wet, it reminds you of how you should´ve hit the showers yourself and freshen up. As he hunches over his plate a sudden warmth fills you to the brim of your soul. How you love this specimen sitting in front of you. The silence is not awkward it´s more soothing. The kitchen is creamy white and last nights dishes are mounted in the sink. You hope he will wash them. You can´t stand doing the dishes.
He asks you what you want to do today. You honestly don´t know. Neither does he. He reaches out his hand and strokes your face. You return the gesture.

When you finish your coffee and glass of water you go to the washroom and inspect your own face. Your skin is greasy from the pollution that has collected itself around your nostrils and in the grove beneath your lower lip. You pop a zit and regret, that's gonna scar. It´s bleeding. Oh well.
You ditch washing your face and lay a new layer of powder, mascara and eyeliner. Tomorrow you think, tomorrow I will take a shower.

He ruffles his hair and rolls on the deo thick. You look down at his socks and tell him that you have been wearing them for a week. He looks up and smiles back, "maybe it´s time to do the laundry".