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Today's 10 Minutes of writing (which turned into 30 :D). It's a short 'first chapter'. Not sure if I'll continue it, as usual. Just really using these 10 minutes to get my brain ready for writing again... So, enjoy! (:
The smell of fresh brewed coffee drifted down the hallway and smacked Bernice in the face. Taking in a deep breath, her eyes slowly came unglued. Bernice glanced around the room, the rays of light filtering through the blinds causing her eyes to water a moment before they became used to the glare.
A soft groan slipped past her lips while a blurry vision took in the time; seven am was way too early to be up. Grabbing the pillow off the floor, where she’d tossed it at some point in the middle of the night, Bernice shoved it atop her face to block out all the light.
The brief moment of silence was rudely interrupted when a soft humming was heard coming closer and closer to her room, followed by a loud knock on her half opened door. “Wakey Wakey, chicken bakey.”
“I. Hate. You.” Bernice muttered the words between gritted teeth.
“Oh Bernie, don’t be dramatic,” amusement in each word. “I brought you coffee, doesn’t that earn me some brownie points?”
Bernice slowly lifted the pillow, but kept her eyes closed. “Maybe if there was a brownie WITH the coffee,” moaned pitifully.
“You know, I’ve lived with you for a year now, and I didn’t think you could be even worse of a morning person.” Bernice opened one eye and glanced at Joanne, who was smiling at her. “You have proven me wrong today.”
“That’s me, always out to surpass people’s expectations of me.” Bernie slowly shifted her weight so that her legs dangled off the side of the bed and she could sit up right.
Joanne walked over and handed her the Tigger mug with black coffee; at that moment, Bernice loved her. Eyeing the clock again, as if it were evil incarnate, Bernice sighed. “You do realize I only got home two hours ago, right?”
“I do.” Joanne sounded way too pleased.
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The smell of fresh brewed coffee drifted down the hallway and smacked Bernice in the face. Taking in a deep breath, her eyes slowly came unglued. Bernice glanced around the room, the rays of light filtering through the blinds causing her eyes to water a moment before they became used to the glare.
A soft groan slipped past her lips while a blurry vision took in the time; seven am was way too early to be up. Grabbing the pillow off the floor, where she’d tossed it at some point in the middle of the night, Bernice shoved it atop her face to block out all the light.
The brief moment of silence was rudely interrupted when a soft humming was heard coming closer and closer to her room, followed by a loud knock on her half opened door. “Wakey Wakey, chicken bakey.”
“I. Hate. You.” Bernice muttered the words between gritted teeth.
“Oh Bernie, don’t be dramatic,” amusement in each word. “I brought you coffee, doesn’t that earn me some brownie points?”
Bernice slowly lifted the pillow, but kept her eyes closed. “Maybe if there was a brownie WITH the coffee,” moaned pitifully.
“You know, I’ve lived with you for a year now, and I didn’t think you could be even worse of a morning person.” Bernice opened one eye and glanced at Joanne, who was smiling at her. “You have proven me wrong today.”
“That’s me, always out to surpass people’s expectations of me.” Bernie slowly shifted her weight so that her legs dangled off the side of the bed and she could sit up right.
Joanne walked over and handed her the Tigger mug with black coffee; at that moment, Bernice loved her. Eyeing the clock again, as if it were evil incarnate, Bernice sighed. “You do realize I only got home two hours ago, right?”
“I do.” Joanne sounded way too pleased.
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