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i tiried writing a novel about bacon,
this is as far as a got.
He was in the kitchen, cooking bacon, when I woke up and stumbled downstairs to the table.
The sun was shining through the window, illuminating everything. Theres something about the way the sunlight makes everything look so much more beautiful than it actually is. I would have appreciated this lovely day if it weren’t for my killer hang over. I really need to cut this shit out. But do I ever learn?
“How many slices do you want?”, were the words that abrutly intterupted my thoughts. I noticed that he had asked me with a tone like he already knew. What a gentlemen. But I was too lost in my own thoughts, still trying to wake my body up enough to answer his simple question. All I could think about was 1. I feel like a bus hit me and 2. he looked so adorable in the morning.
“Babe? Are you even awake?”, he asked jokingly.
“Yeah. Sorry. I’ll take three”, I replied groggily.
“You sure you can handle it? I’ll bet you’re not feeling tip-top poppit”, he said.
“Just give me the bloody bacon”, I snapped back.
He kissed my forehead and handed me the plate with the strips of bacon in the shape of a smiley face. He’s delt with my hung over tactics on far too many occasions and knew just how to turn it around. I looked over at him. He was too damn adorable in the mornings.
this is as far as a got.
He was in the kitchen, cooking bacon, when I woke up and stumbled downstairs to the table.
The sun was shining through the window, illuminating everything. Theres something about the way the sunlight makes everything look so much more beautiful than it actually is. I would have appreciated this lovely day if it weren’t for my killer hang over. I really need to cut this shit out. But do I ever learn?
“How many slices do you want?”, were the words that abrutly intterupted my thoughts. I noticed that he had asked me with a tone like he already knew. What a gentlemen. But I was too lost in my own thoughts, still trying to wake my body up enough to answer his simple question. All I could think about was 1. I feel like a bus hit me and 2. he looked so adorable in the morning.
“Babe? Are you even awake?”, he asked jokingly.
“Yeah. Sorry. I’ll take three”, I replied groggily.
“You sure you can handle it? I’ll bet you’re not feeling tip-top poppit”, he said.
“Just give me the bloody bacon”, I snapped back.
He kissed my forehead and handed me the plate with the strips of bacon in the shape of a smiley face. He’s delt with my hung over tactics on far too many occasions and knew just how to turn it around. I looked over at him. He was too damn adorable in the mornings.