she keeps winning him

he woke up to the sound of morning commuters.  horns honking, pedestrians shouting.  a hammer or a wood pecker? he was shivering from a cold breeze. the window in the living room was wide open over the fire escape.  his hair was sticky from sweat.  his teeth felt fuzzy from all the cookies and cakes and coffee from the night before.  his knees were stiff from sleeping on a sofa. 

he felt old, dirty, cold and hungry. 

he wanted to go back in time, to before he lost everything.

but then the scent of café and toast won him over. 

(drabble 27 out of 31)

early morning news

dan woke up to the smell of bacon. irresistible. he rolled over on his pillow, still sleepy.  he read the clock and rubbed his eyes.  as he clobbered down the stairs in his dressing gown the scent of coffee accompanied him.  

 

sissy was there, slippers and hair pinned back with a spatula in her hand, frying mushrooms and eggs in the pan while the bacon cooked in the open oven.

 

"this is lovely, sweetie..."  he wrapped his arms around her from behind, "but it's only 5am..."

 

she turned around, smiled and spoke in the clearest possible speech, "dan, we're pregnant."