awoke early that morning. Wanted to prepare a good breakfast, taking advantage of it was the weekend and he had to go to work.
- Breakfast is the best meal of the day "I used to say it.
She, in truth, was not very hungry at that hour, but would accompany him with tea and toast and enjoy that morning without timetables.
Recently, for one reason or another, did not share many breakfast tranquilos.Si stopped to think, do not know why exactly. It is true that he had begun to acquire other commitments on weekends. Before, they always went together, but now used to do an activity or sport with friends. But then, he said, during the week only had time to work.
She made scrambled eggs and croissants to the plate, and arranged everything on the dinner table. He
clean linens, a ceramic plate with a chunk of butter and three different kinds of sweet jam.
went to wake the room, whispering that breakfast was ready. He released two grunts burying his face in the pillow, and said he would go away.
went to wake the room, whispering that breakfast was ready. He released two grunts burying his face in the pillow, and said he would go away.
She sat beside the table and stared at the wall.
Then looked at the assorted breakfast, which featured a harmony of shapes and colors perfect. Japanese tablecloths, china, pure white.
Joined to see if the tea had cooled. Rose cover, still smoking and found with his hands the intense heat of the ceramic. He sat, waiting.
butter had lost some of its solid appearance, so he got up and put it back into the refrigerator. Remove it again when he arrived. Opened a magazine.
- Perhaps you could take a second heat to the eggs - he thought.
- Perhaps you could take a second heat to the eggs - he thought.
Finally he appeared, sleepy. Passed him and touched his shoulder with his hand to continue towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
The house was a loft design modern and had invested months of searching to find it.
The house was a loft design modern and had invested months of searching to find it.
looked at the wall, studying the damage that had come with time.
The times I had spoken to paint it all over again, he had proved elusive. - Do not know how long we'll be here, "he said.
- Here in the world, or in this apartment? - She thought.
spent 10 minutes long and he still did not leave the bathroom.
decided then reheat the eggs and make a second area.
If there was something that really bothered him was the tea lukewarm, neither cold nor hot. I feel the relationship for months.
What this man could be doing so long in the bathroom?
The croissants would be cold and hard.
also had cut a kiwi and a pear.
He wanted to mourn.
He then appeared in the kitchen. He approached her and kissed her distracted, looking out the window. She smiled, still holding the skillet handle with one hand grabbing, or wooden spoon to gently tap giving the eggs with the other.
- That ... I was thinking ... - He said hesitantly.
- the car. I do not know if I made it parked-
She remained motionless, holding the handle of the pan with one hand and the wooden spoon with the other.
- just do not know if today counts as a holiday or business. This mess of areas. Like I'll look in a moment, I do not want anything to happen, like last time I went back .-
the door.
- Yes, most of that under a second. So I'm not alone. It costs me nothing -
I watched her disappear behind the door and heard the front door close. Continued with the handle of the pan subject. The wooden spoon was giving up on the mess.
- Here in the world, or in this apartment? - She thought.
spent 10 minutes long and he still did not leave the bathroom.
decided then reheat the eggs and make a second area.
If there was something that really bothered him was the tea lukewarm, neither cold nor hot. I feel the relationship for months.
What this man could be doing so long in the bathroom?
The croissants would be cold and hard.
also had cut a kiwi and a pear.
He wanted to mourn.
He then appeared in the kitchen. He approached her and kissed her distracted, looking out the window. She smiled, still holding the skillet handle with one hand grabbing, or wooden spoon to gently tap giving the eggs with the other.
- That ... I was thinking ... - He said hesitantly.
- the car. I do not know if I made it parked-
She remained motionless, holding the handle of the pan with one hand and the wooden spoon with the other.
- just do not know if today counts as a holiday or business. This mess of areas. Like I'll look in a moment, I do not want anything to happen, like last time I went back .-
the door.
- Yes, most of that under a second. So I'm not alone. It costs me nothing -
I watched her disappear behind the door and heard the front door close. Continued with the handle of the pan subject. The wooden spoon was giving up on the mess.
