She woke up, feeling a little bit disoriented as she looked around her, quite miffed that she was up when she knew she just went to bed. She then breathed a small sigh of relief when she realized she was in their bedroom. She didn’t remember walking towards their bed but she did remember plopping down on it when she got there. She felt for him beside her, frowning when she felt the cold sheets instead.
Where could he be? She thought.
It was 2:30 in the morning and she was kind of annoyed to be up only after an hour of sleep. It seemed like even sleep was eluding her for the past few weeks.
Couldn’t really complain. What with the new changes and all.
She got up and stretched, her back muscles popping, making her groan in satisfaction.
Oooohhh… That felt good.
She then started to walk out of their bedroom in search of him, her husband, who she remembered was in the bed with her when she came in an hour ago. She had an inkling as to where he could be. Continue reading “Sleep (A Short Drabble)”
“Good morning! What can I get for you today?” the barista at the usual coffee shop he goes to, asked.
She’s new. He sleepily thought as he yawned and scratched his ear, taking note of how lovely her smile was despite the dreary snowy, cold weather outside.
“You’re new,” he voiced out his thoughts before chuckling embarrassedly. “Sorry – I must not be fully awake yet.”
“That’s all right! Yes, I’m new – just started today actually. My name is Mia. What can I get for you today?” she replied, her chipper voice making him slightly smile unawares.
“I’ll have my usual cafe latte please, skimmed milk, less foam. Make it extra hot.”
Mia nodded before asking, “Would that be a tall or a venti?” Continue reading “You, Me And Coffee”
He was running late, cursing under his breath as he raced towards the stairs going down the train subway. Why today of all days his car decided to die on him, he couldn’t fathom. Today – when he had that meeting he asked his secretary to schedule in an hour that would bring in millions to his company.
“Shit,” he muttered just as he reached the kiosks to buy his train ticket, patting his pockets and realizing his wallet was nowhere to be found on his person. He groaned before closing his eyes and banging his head lightly on the metal ticket dispenser in front of him. “Of all the motherfucking–”
“Looking for this?”
He stopped and opened his eyes before quickly turning around. He almost gave himself a whiplash as he looked towards the soft, melodious voice that uttered those words, his gaze narrowing as he finally saw who talked. Continue reading “A Subway Short”