[ FRUITS OF LABOR ]
@mkwndahye
▋ ▋ ▋ ▋ ▋ ... 4:13 in the morning. he had gotten a total of two hours of sleep, at most. that was a new record this week. the feeling of dread was still squeezing his heart tight, but his breathing slowly calmed down as he reached for the wheelchair that was parked beside his bed. as sam pulled himself off of the bed and into the chair he could only sighed at the way his clothes clung to his body -- cold and damp. he could really live without this. since there was no use going back to sleep he gathered a clean outfit in his lap and wheeled himself through the apartment as quietly as possible. he noticed that dahye was still asleep when he went past the living room, and he wanted to keep it that way -- no need to wake her up in the middle of the night without a good enough cause.
▋ ▋ ▋ ▋ ▋ after a quick shower he felt much better. just the procedure of getting rid of the cold sweat he always woke up with was therapeutic in itself. after getting dressed he quietly wheeled himself through the apartment again, peeked into the living room to see that yes, dahye was still asleep, before continuing to his room. he had some hours to kill before her alarm went off, so he ended up turning the computer on to work on an assignment. or three. but only fifteen minutes each because he could hardly concentrate, and after an hour he gave up and went into the kitchen. “hey there.” sam reached out to scratch the white fur at her neck as the cat jumped up onto the counter. “what do you say? should we surprise her with breakfast in bed?” he took the meow as a ‘yes’.
▋ ▋ ▋ ▋ ▋ after the ambitious toast with mashed avocados seasoned to perfection he had big plans for the breakfast at hand, but when he opened the fridge he saw nothing but fruit. fruit everywhere. and that’s when he remembered that he hadn’t gone grocery shopping yesterday like he promised himself he would. so he ended up using the last of the yogurt and some added berries. after some deliberation he made a fruit salad too, and a glass of orange juice to go with that. by the time the tea was soaking he felt pretty good about this initiative of his. so did the cats, as he had continuously bribed them into silence with treats to make sure they didn’t wake dahye up before it was all done.
▋ ▋ ▋ ▋ ▋ to the sound of her alarm going off he grabbed her tray and put it over the armrests before he carefully wheeled himself into the living room. followed by the cats, who immediately jumped up onto the bed, he let her go through the entire process of waking up and all that it entails before bothering her. but soon enough he got solid eye contact, and so he slowly handed the tray over so as to not spill the tea. “here, breakfast in bed -- you better like fruit.”