Finding A New Purpose Chapter 5

I woke up in my own bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes before making my way to my bathroom to get ready for the day like I normally did. Quick shower, shave my legs and face, brush my teeth, get dressed (if you could call it that), and started walking down the hall towards the master bedroom, yawning most of the way. The door creaked open as I quietly slipped inside, trying not to wake Mike.

Obviously I was out of it, because when I got into his bed and reached for him, I found my hand stuck in a pillow. It took me a second to realize he'd stuffed his bed to make it look like someone was there. Throwing the sheets off of me, I shuffled my way out of the room and down the hallway in my slippers and a skimpy nightie.

"THAT'S what you're wearing to shop in?" Mike said as I walked into the dining room.

I gazed around confused, "Huh? Why are you up already? And why did you stuff pillows in the bed?"

"I decided to make breakfast," He motioned towards the table. There was a bowl of cut up fruit, a box of cereal, and milk. Not much in terms for breakfast, but then again he didn't cook like I did.

"Thank you," I said, taking my seat across from him. "Wait, shop? I did the grocery shopping yesterday."

"You can be quite dense sometimes. Or forgetful. One of the two." He shook his head and picked up the paper. "Birthday. Ringing any bells?"

"Why do I keep forgetting? I thought I was in the wrong condo when I saw food on the table that I hadn't prepared."

"Glad to know I'm appreciated around here," he said under his breath.

"Oh come on, you know what I meant. It's just unexpected! You do more than enough for me around here." I winked when he bent the paper down to look at me.

"You just like me for my body," he teased.

"That's my line, mister," I said as I got up from the table with my bowl and walked over to grab his so I could put them in the sink. "You know I'm right," I said as I slowly turned around in circles next to him. The paper folded down again so he could look at me.