Surfacing

I surface from my sleep like a diver rising up from an inky depth, but that would be slightly terrifying, this isn’t this feels warm and safe, not cold and perilous. I’m in a bed that isn’t mine, the covers are all white, although you can barely tell because thick curtains have been employed to stop the suns continuous battering assault on any occupants retinas.
It’s not my house but it’s one of the only other places I feel truly safe, I’m at Kate’s house in her bedroom, the room reflects her like nothing else possible, both bedside tables are piled high with books some are old leather ones that are only props with the remains of dozens of candles covering their covers, bookshelves cover all the wall space possible, there is even a smaller one beneath the windows that take up a whole wall, the bed is a double mattress with no frame and a small walk in wardrobe covered in all sorts of magical seals finishes it all off.
I roll over and pull kate into my chest, her eyes still groggy with sleep.
“Good Morning baby.” I whisper, she makes a content squeaking noise, my mistake it’s far to early for her to use words. “I need to be at work in an hour so I’m gunna get moving.” I start to begin the laborious rise from the bed that lies only about six inches from the floor, she wraps her arms around my waist so that when i stand I pull her up with me. “Freeloader” I tease fondly. She kisses me on the cheek and glides down to the kitchen.
The pipes scream and thump in protest as I try and get the water in the shower hot enough that you could make coffee with it. The rooms fills with steam quickly on the brisk August morning. I step out of the shower and leave the water running, ten seconds later Kate steps into the steaming cubicle. I rub a circle into the fogged glass of the mirror, wrap a towel around my waist and scrape of the three days worth of beard on my face.
“Do you want breakfast here or are you going to have some at Contemplation?”
“You’ll be late if I have it here.” is her logical response, I almost brush my teeth but realize i also haven’t eaten so I scrape the white paste into the cracked, off white basin and brush my teeth with water. Kate comes out of the shower and wraps a towel around her body, drying off with another. She traces the tattoo between my shoulder blades, drops of water run down my back from where her fingers touch.
“How long do we have?” She whispers in my ear and kisses my neck just below where her words touched. I gulp.
“Twenty minutes?” She keeps kissing my neck.
“Good.” She turns me around and kisses me properly. “Just long enough.” She kisses me deeply. My pulse quickens and my breath catches.“For me to get dressed.” I shake my head and walk into the bedroom to pull on my work clothes, we leave with our hair still drying.

Surfacing

A boy called Star

Melbourne, Australia

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