Late last night, I took my cousin for a walk along Chapel Street and we walked past a store selling Nutella Icecream with hot melted Nutella on top – there was no way I was walking past without the largest serving they had – of course in a chocolate coated cone. If your going to eat the naughty foods – bloody do it right!
I woke up this morning, with a slight headache – self inflicted, I ate way too much ice cream before bed, without enough water. You let me sleep in, maybe knowing I had a bit of a restless sleep (crazy dreams – thanks ice cream). I stumbled into the kitchen and there you were smile on your face, ready to jump out and scare me – I was too asleep to jump. I gravitated to the couch (we were in no rush this morning) to sit for a while – I stared blankly at you. I like to describe this state, as sleeping with my eyes open. You were way too awake for my liking and I was staring at you stoned faced – as you went about your morning.
I watched you flow through the kitchen, flick the kettle on, whilst still gaming, cup out, tea bag in, milk on the counter, next move in the game, your laptop is never too far away. You come over to couch, noticing that I haven’t moved, get me pillows, wrap me up like a breakfast burrito in blankets “it’s only 8 degrees, stay warm” I hear you say, and vaguely the words cut through the morning brain fog, to reach me. Back to the kitchen you strut, but not before kissing me on the forehead.
You take your next move in the game and as the kettle stops, you construct for me the best cup of chai I have ever had. I keep staring at you like a creepy weirdo because in that moment I realised just how much you have made that
space your own – you kind of float through the kitchen, comfortable and at ease with no-one bothering you. In that moment I noticed there is nothing on your mind and you are at peace and I can’t help but have my breath taken away from watching you flow through your morning routine like a well oiled machine, especially knowing, it is all for me.