Sea Salt 5: Possibility
Title: Possibility
Main Story: In The Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Sea salt 5 (dew), malt (miyabi's flavor roulette prompt: Ivy and Gina, early morning routine.), cherry (first person).
Word Count: 468
Rating: PG.
Summary: Ivy is so not a morning person.
Notes: For Miyabi, 'cause she's awesome.
I am so not a morning person.
I never was, not even as a baby. My mom swears I'd never go to sleep until two in the morning, and then I wouldn't wake up until noon. If I had my choice, I would've continued that habit. Forever.
Except I didn't have that choice-- I managed it once, for one glorious semester in college when I lucked into four afternoon classes, but never before or since. Grade school started much too early. Grad school unfortunately came with a full-time job. Grown-up life meant eight to five, extra hours if I'm on call, errands all weekend, and yeah, okay, the ability to eat ice cream for breakfast if I want, but that still doesn't make up for the lack of sleep.
So most mornings begin with one of two things.
Either a) I kick my alarm clock across the room, or b) Gina shakes me awake and says, "Coffee's ready."
Because Gina? Amazing.
Seriously. My girlfriend is a morning person, and once upon a time I swore up and down that I'd never date a morning person. Turns out that was a really stupid thing to swear, because morning people will voluntarily get up before it's light out and, if they love you, they will make you coffee.
They will make you coffee. I can't emphasize this enough.
So, anyway. I get out of bed and go to the kitchen. "Shamble" is the verb I want here-- I'm pretty sure that whoever invented zombies had a night-owl partner, because that's exactly what I look like.
Gina's usually sitting on the couch when I come in. She likes to do that, just stare out the window and watch the sun rise, because she likes the city all fresh and dewy, before it really gets going. She likes mornings, she tells me, because she likes the possibilities.
Weirdo.
Anyway, I drink coffee, Gina gets up and feeds me, and right about the time we finish breakfast the caffeine hits my system and I wake up properly, which means I kiss her. Because... well, because she's Gina and she's there, and I don't usually think about the fact that I have morning breath.
It isn't usually too bad.
Gina lets me kiss her, anyway.
Whatever. I kiss her, she kisses back. And not, like, sexytimes-imminent kiss, just... kissing because we can. Because we're both there, because we love each other, because it's morning and that means we made it one more day. One more little victory over the idiots and the bigots out there. Gina and me, us against the world.
So far, we're winning.
Okay, so Gina's probably right about mornings being full of possibilities. Doesn't mean I don't still hate them for their obnoxious earliness, but...
Well.
I guess they could be worse.
Main Story: In The Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Sea salt 5 (dew), malt (miyabi's flavor roulette prompt: Ivy and Gina, early morning routine.), cherry (first person).
Word Count: 468
Rating: PG.
Summary: Ivy is so not a morning person.
Notes: For Miyabi, 'cause she's awesome.
I am so not a morning person.
I never was, not even as a baby. My mom swears I'd never go to sleep until two in the morning, and then I wouldn't wake up until noon. If I had my choice, I would've continued that habit. Forever.
Except I didn't have that choice-- I managed it once, for one glorious semester in college when I lucked into four afternoon classes, but never before or since. Grade school started much too early. Grad school unfortunately came with a full-time job. Grown-up life meant eight to five, extra hours if I'm on call, errands all weekend, and yeah, okay, the ability to eat ice cream for breakfast if I want, but that still doesn't make up for the lack of sleep.
So most mornings begin with one of two things.
Either a) I kick my alarm clock across the room, or b) Gina shakes me awake and says, "Coffee's ready."
Because Gina? Amazing.
Seriously. My girlfriend is a morning person, and once upon a time I swore up and down that I'd never date a morning person. Turns out that was a really stupid thing to swear, because morning people will voluntarily get up before it's light out and, if they love you, they will make you coffee.
They will make you coffee. I can't emphasize this enough.
So, anyway. I get out of bed and go to the kitchen. "Shamble" is the verb I want here-- I'm pretty sure that whoever invented zombies had a night-owl partner, because that's exactly what I look like.
Gina's usually sitting on the couch when I come in. She likes to do that, just stare out the window and watch the sun rise, because she likes the city all fresh and dewy, before it really gets going. She likes mornings, she tells me, because she likes the possibilities.
Weirdo.
Anyway, I drink coffee, Gina gets up and feeds me, and right about the time we finish breakfast the caffeine hits my system and I wake up properly, which means I kiss her. Because... well, because she's Gina and she's there, and I don't usually think about the fact that I have morning breath.
It isn't usually too bad.
Gina lets me kiss her, anyway.
Whatever. I kiss her, she kisses back. And not, like, sexytimes-imminent kiss, just... kissing because we can. Because we're both there, because we love each other, because it's morning and that means we made it one more day. One more little victory over the idiots and the bigots out there. Gina and me, us against the world.
So far, we're winning.
Okay, so Gina's probably right about mornings being full of possibilities. Doesn't mean I don't still hate them for their obnoxious earliness, but...
Well.
I guess they could be worse.