Wow, when she said she would be up early she wasn’t kidding. I heard the sizzling sounds of eggs and bacon on the stove and the banging of pots and pans. I reached for my phone that was on the coffee table. The time read ‘8:03am’. I couldn’t remember the last time I had woken up that early. At the same time, I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept that comfortable. I stood up and folded the blanket into a sloppy square and placed it on the end of the couch. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth asking myself how something managed to turn out the way I wanted it to.

I walked into the kitchen with my hand working through my curly hair. “Hey sleepy head” she said to me in a happy go lucky voice. She was a morning person, I wasn’t. I wondered how well that would end up working out.

“Ugh,” was my first response adjusting to my own voice. “Good morning.” I finally said.

“How did you sleep?” She asked while pouring me a cup of coffee. It seemed weird. When we first met, I was pouring her coffee and getting her fresh silverware. Now she was doing the same for me with a heartwarming smile.

“Amazing, thank you” I said taking a sip of my coffee. “What about you?”

“I slept…never better.” She said with a smile. I was sitting down at the table as she scurried around the kitchen. It didn’t feel right. I went to stand up to lend a hand, but she kissed the top of my head. “No, its okay, I got it.” She said genuinely. I settled back into my chair and continued sipping my coffee.

We continued through out morning with breakfast and showers and getting dressed. The Spencer drove us to the mall where we went in several different stores. I saw the cutest little skirt on a mannequin in the window of one of the stores. Spencer and I went inside to find one in my size. I went into the dressing room to try it on but I was suddenly self conscious. I didn’t like the way my thighs looked in it. I looked incredibly horrible in it. I heard a knock on the door. “Ash, I want to see how it looks on you.”