Morning

I wake up and see that she sleeps in a Duke t-shirt, even though she never went to Duke. I spent a minute or two trying to figure out why she had that battered t-shirt. Wondered if it belonged to an ex.

I decide to make us breakfast and wait till she woke up to see what was going to be. We came back really drunk last night. I didn't have the stamina to go for more than five minutes. I was out, sleeping like a baby. I suppose she helped me change, as I woke up in pajamas that I have never used. I usually sleep in boxer shorts these days, but mom still thinks pajamas make for a good birthday present.

I put bread in the toaster. I make fresh coffee, with the espresso machine, of course. I don't know how to make coffee from scratch. I get the cheese and the turkey breast I know she likes. I think about putting it all in a nice tray for breakfast in bed and picture myself slipping in the stairs and making a hell of a mess. I decide we're having breakfast on the table.

I hear her waking up. She rolls a bit in bed before actually getting up and then moans as she stretches. God, I love that part. Her waking up, her being like a kitten that just realized it has that stretching ability humans would kill for and wanting to show off. She's like a kitten sometimes. It's a good quality in a girlfriend.

She comes down the stairs and she is half dressed, using the old t-shirt. I remember that t-shirt is mine. I got it from a friend whe actually went to Duke. No old boyfriend's mementos, then.

"Did you sleep well? You were so drunk last night."

"I did ok. You know, I've never used these pajamas before. They're actually quite comfortable." I love to make fun of her. I never get a chance to. Also, I felt quite silly in the pajamas. They have little blue balls all over it. My mom's idea of a really great gift, after all.

"No? Sorry, I was looking through your drawer for something to dress you up with."

"I sleep in boxers." I smile instinctively, it was just incredibly sweet that she did this. She seems a bit uncomfortable.

"Well, you know, I've never slept here before. Everyone usually has a pajama they use at home." Her face lights up a bit. She has this thing about her. She always looks a certain way when she's being blasé. "I should have known it was too new to be one you like. Oh well, I was drunk like hell, too."

We start breakfast. I love to see her eat. She loves breakfast. I cut some fruit for her. It's lovely the way she likes to pretend she's having breakfast at a hotel everytime. I love to be the one to make her fantasies come true. All of them.