Lori rolled over onto her
stomach, nuzzling her face into the pillow, and blushed at its
softness. She slowly lifted her head in the direction of the
clock; it was 7:23 a.m., too early for her to be thinking of
getting up on a Saturday morning. But, since she was slowly but
surely becoming more and more awake, she decided that she'd take
a shot at being an "early-bird" for once.
"Five more minutes," she
thought, "and then I'll get on up."
A cool stream of pallid-gold
sunlight pierced through an opening in her curtain and streaked
across her skin. The small patch of feeble light grew
increasingly warm with the sunrise; minutely, Lori smiled at the
growing warmth snaking across her bare back and
She slowly rose to her knees
and pulled the curtains apart, letting the full brilliance of the
sun pour into her bed and spill over onto the floor of her room,
and soon found that its splendorous luster would be
"Whoever knew the sun could lie
so convincingly?" she thought, catching sight of the dark,
boisterous storm clouds gathering on the western
horizon--opposite of the sun.
Lori stepped out of bed and
tied her hair back. Then immediately after going through with her
daily grooming routine, she went to the kitchen to make
She hardly ever got to make
breakfast, let alone eat it, for she was always rushing off
somewhere. But this morning, she danced around the empty kitchen
in her boy-shorts and tank and sang into a spatula for good
measure--as it could be a long while before she'd get to do any
of this again.
Lori gasped and quickly pivoted
on her heel. It was Daniel, her housemate, standing in the wide
open space adjacent to her, just beyond the kitchen
"Just how much did you see?"
she asked musingly, squinting her eyes.
"Enough to know that either you
lied about not being a morning person, or you're just having a
really good day,"
Daniel said wryly, a crooked smile
forming on his lips.
"Well, I didn't lie," Lori
"I guess that settles it then,"
he said, slapping his palms down onto the counter. "Guess I'll
grab me a quick bite since you're hogging the
"I can make you something, it's
no big deal--"
"Good, cause I'm staaarved!" he
exclaimed, sitting at the counter.
"I didn't have to pull your leg
either," she giggled, turning back around to the
"Nope. I know what I want. I
was just hoping you'd make it seem like it was your idea to feed
me," Daniel said, smiling harder than before.
"Well, next time I know
better!" Lori exclaimed, waving an egg-stained spatula in the
air. "How does toast sound?"
"I don't want just any toast. I
want that piece you serenaded earlier--"
"You've been standing there
"I'm like… a cat. Better
yet--I'm like a cat-ninja--"
"You're a clown, that's what
you are," Lori retorted playfully.
"Be that as it may, I still
have eyes. Dancing while making breakfast? Somehow, you make it
look sexy," he teased.
"Oh, please. I'm sure you could
pull it off better than ever I could."
"Not even close--" he rebutted.
"What's that little spin-thing you did?"
"You turn around and toss the
spatula in the air--"
"Oh, and catch it behind my
"Yea, that's kinda hot," he
"The only thing hot about that
is the spatula in my hand," Lori said smiling
She scooped the food out of the
pan and arranged it on Daniel's plate.
"This is yours," she said,
pushing his plate aside.
Lightning flashed outside, and
a nosy Lori leaned over the kitchen sink to peek through the
partially opened blinds.
"If you want to make it to work
in time, it looks like you're gonna have to take your food and
get going--now. If you want to beat the storm, that is," Lori
said, stretching out a frail arm to pull the blinds
Daniel, silently studying the
extreme contour of Lori's delicate body arched dangerously over
the sink, quickly remembered his gaze and looked
"I--um--I'm sure they can do
without me. Hey--could you hand me that plate there? I can't
"Stand up and reach across the
counter; your arms are long enough for it."
Daniel rubbed his eyes and
cupped his reddening face.
"No--I don't think I'm gonna be
able to reach that."
"I know damn well you can reach
it," Lori hissed.
"C'mon, Lori, I'm dying over
Lori, slightly grimacing, took
hold of the plate and slid it across the counter.
Daniel, with eyes staring down
into his plate, poked out his bottom lip.
"What is it now?" Lori yelled.
"You haven't even tasted it!"
"No, it's not
"Then what is
"Could you get me a… fork and
Daniel tried his damnedest to
muster up an innocent smile, but frustration prevented him from
connecting his facial expressions with clear
"You get it," Lori
"Please, just work with
Lori turned around and grabbed
a fork and knife from the drawer; and, she sat it on the counter
where Daniel's plate once was. Then slowly, casually, she sat on
a barstool by the stove, picked up her plate, and began to
"You've got to be kidding
"I don't see what the big deal
is. I've already done the majority of the work! The least that
you could do is reach over and take it."
Daniel stared at the utensils
for the span of about ten seconds; then, he retreated.
"I guess I'm not that hungry
after all," he began. "I think I'm just gonna go back to bed for
"Because of a fork and knife?
That's inane, Danny--"
"That may be so; but, I'm going
back to bed," he said turning around and sliding out of his
"Are you playing some kind of
mind game with me?" Lori exclaimed.
"I'll make you listen!" Lori
yelled, running up closely behind him.
She pulled at his shoulder to
get him to turn around, but to no avail. So, she did what came
naturally. She jumped on his back.
Daniel, a bit off guard, teetered
perilously and balanced on one leg. And in one great feat, they
both fell--sideways--onto the sofa.
"Ah! Why didn't you tell me
you had something in your pocket!" Lori yelled, rubbing her
"If you hadn't noticed, I'm not
wearing any pants--and, my… boxers don't exactly have pockets…"
Lori paused for a short while;
a streak of red shot across her pale cheeks. Then she quickly
pulled herself from under him.
"Oh… well, I'll just stop
bothering you then--"
"Yea, and--I'll just go to bed
"Yea--okay, and I'll
Lori nervously tucked a few
fallen strands of her hair back behind her ear, and quickly
waltzed across the open living-room space and back to her