by Bubbly » Mon Nov 30, 2009 8:46 am
-Angel-
I'm usually not an early-riser, but I swear I could hear Max walk down to the kitchen. I twisted and turned in my bed, the white thin sheets over my head. My pillow was soft, so was my mattress. My room only contained a bed, but that's all I needed. I kept my clothes in a downstairs closet, and I changed in a bathroom. Simple much, it was how I like it.
I pulled my sheets off my body, and I sat up. It took me a moment to move, but I finally hopped out of bed, my feet touching the cold, hard wooden floor. You could hear my footsteps as I walked in my nightgown to the door. The doorknob twisted with the help of my hand, and I walked out and down the stairs.
There was Max, in the kitchen, attempting to cook. "Max," I announced my arrival.