i was alseep but woke up and couldnt go back to sleep cus i felt the urge to write about chris, so instead i rewrote the first scene in my fic.
As his eyes opened the sun through the curtain sat on his face, it shun in his bright blew, watery eyes, making him feel warm. He rolled onto his side, feeling his face on his white pillowcase that glowed from the sun reflecting off, he checked the time ‘6:04’ the man scrunched his face, almost melting, and squinted his eyes while he sat up and dropped his legs off the bed, he then used one hand and rubbed his face downward then rubbed his waterlines, his other hand was stinging from laying on it too long. He picked up his glasses and took a deep, sudden inhale then as the air left his breath he instantly yawned, squinting his eyes once again while his eyes watered.
He smacked on his glasses and twisted his body to see his woman lying asleep with her bang covering her face, he bent backward, body still twisted, and with his middle finger he pushed her hair gently off her forehead, revealing her beauty. The man grinned and sat up straight and brushed his short blond hair back with his fingers. He pushed himself off the bed and yawned once more revealing an extra chin and wrinkled forehead. He slowly tip toed in an uncomfortable manner towards his wardrobe while clenching his fist that felt almost like white noise shooting through his veins.
He pulled his grey night shirt off as the neckline got caught on his ears, pinging them as he ripped it off his head, his glasses were wonky and his hair was a state again. He then picked up a polo shirt hanging up and tore it off the hanger, silently throwing it back into the wardrobe and sliding his bulged arms through the shirt fitting it onto his body. As he fixed the collar he heard tussling behind him.
“Chris?” His fiancee called, she sounded hoarse, “Ash?” he sounded worse. She breathed in heavy, she was tucked deeply in her covers. “I don’t think I can work today.” she stretched her legs as her feet stuck out the bottom of the scrunched quilt. “Oh, no, are you okay?” he sincerely asked, remembering she felt a little off yesterday. “My head, Chris.” She pushed her face into the quilt and muffled her voice.
Christopher made his way towards her side of the bed and pushed his hair back again. He bent down and felt her forehead, it was warm, warmer than usual. He wondered why he wouldn’t feel it when pushing her fringe off her face till he rubbed his finger and thumb together and felt his calloused, thick skin. ‘Makes sense.’ he thought to himself. “Geez, Ashley you’re burning. Hun, take the blanket off.” She didn’t. He bent down and kissed her face. Stood up and head to the window to ventilate the stale air. It was getting hotter as the month went on.
He grabbed underwear shorts and hid in the bathroom to urinate too. Washing his hands he heard Ash shuffle in the quilt. He smiled slightly. He was crazy about his woman, would do anything for her. “Chris?” he called through a breath. “Honey?” he called back gently. She sat up and scrunched her face and raised her arms and stretched, her loose vest raising with her arms. He stepped out the bathroom with a bathroom towel in his hands. “What time does your shift finish?” He threw the hand towel on the rack and opened his wardrobe again, pulling out his work cargos “Well, i have one job today which is quite far out then I’m done, so i’ll probably be back around 4, if that’s okay with you?” He smirked, putting one foot in his pants at a time. “I’ll let it slide, this one time.” she beamed a toothless grin.
As he finished buckling his pants he reached for a stick of deodorant from the bathroom and made his way to Ashley once again. “Be good.” He kissed her mouth, she kissed back. “I will.” she laid back down and got comfortable. He put the deodorant back and run his hand under the tap then through his hair. “I’ll call the office and let them know you’re off sick, don’t worry about it.” his voice echoed faintly out the room. no response, she probably drifted off already. He stepped towards his bedside table and grabbed his phone, ‘38%’.
‘dang it, I’ll have to charge it in the van.’ then out of habit, he checked his watch. ‘6:16’.
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