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By: Jess
“Baby?” The pounding on the door continued and she just snuggled deeper into his chest, not wanting to wake up, not wanting to get up. She was too comfortable. She was too safe. He nudged her, “Baby.” “Let him call a cab,” she griped slinging an arm in front of her eyes to block the light that blinded her when he moved. The pounding continued, and so did the shouts, “Get up already! We’re going to be late!” “Five minutes,” she groaned out in reply, but still not moving from her place in the bed. The incessant beating on the door continued. “Now...Or am I going to have to remind you about the time when you were drunk off your ass and went up to…” He didn’t have to go on with the threat. She shot up, suddenly wide-awake. “I’m awake! I’m awake!” And as soon as she heard the footsteps move away from the door she slumped back down against the mattress. Her companion prodded her, “You know he’s just going to come back,” he said as she wrapped herself back into his arms. “I know,” she murmured trying to fight the fatigue and the feel of him so close. “Baby…” She sighed, moving herself finally. “Why do I have to do this again?” He pulled the covers closer to himself to make up for the disappearance of warmth as she moved away, “You volunteered,” he reminded her. Her head turned. “How come you didn’t?” Sleepily, his lips upturned in smugness. “Because I drank you under the table.” “Whatever.” Strewing herself half on the pillows, she rose up on her elbows. “We both know you cheated.” “You’re just a sore loser.” His hand lifted lazily, to smooth her hair back from where it had fallen in her face. “Now stop complaining, get up, and let me go back to sleep.” She pouted, in one last ditch effort. “But he’s your best friend…” she whined, pushing aside the sheets to prod him out of bed. “Who drank you under the table too…” “Cheaters.” He reached over the bed for her, tugging her from the waist, down to his level. “Then how come I’m the one with a hangover?” She stared down in his eyes. “Technicality.” He gave her a quick kiss, “Love you,” then playfully shoved her off the bed, and buried himself beneath the covers once again. “Right,” she said and continued to say as she padded across the floor towards the bathroom and towards a shower, a smile on her face the entire time, monotony taking over. It’s so routine, to just do and do. And she just does. Situations
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