Alice’s Apartment

 Later that night whilst the women were lying entangled in each other in bed, Dana had an idea. Tomorrow she was going to take Alice Christmas tree shopping. Dana recalled a story she had been told by the blonde; as a child the writer had never even picked her own tree let alone decorated it by herself. Alice’s brother and sister were always in charge of it pushing her aside and leaving her out, as it was something only the ‘big kids’ could do. By the time she was old enough to decorate the family tree she never bothered instead leaving it to Lenore, why start something the fun had already been wiped out of? That’s why Alice made up for it now always buying the biggest tree she could carry back and decorating it in the most flamboyant elaborate fashion.

Dana could tell Christmas meant a lot to Alice now and she wanted to make this year spectacular. Not only because it was their first together as a couple but to make up for all the shitty ones Alice had had beforehand. With a smile on her face Dana pulled Alice’s naked body closer to hers, kissing the sleeping blonde on the forehead as she started snoring ever so faintly.

8:00am the next day

Sunlight poured in through the crack in Alice’s curtains bathing the whole room in a luminous glow. The writer was still snuggled up tight in the comforter and sleeping soundly but missing something rather priceless, her other half.

Dana had been up since 6:00am, had a light snack then adorned shorts, a tank, and headed up the canyon trail for her morning jog. The athlete was still elated from last night and hearing Alice say ‘ I love you’ for the first time. She was running faster as she thought about it, her heart pumping the blood around her oxygen starved body as rapidly as it could but today Dana was running on a different fuel. Pure happiness. She felt like she could do a dance all the way back to Alice’s or even better, fly.

Dana reached Alice’s apartment drenched in sweat and with an almighty thirst, maybe running that fast for almost two hours wasn’t such a great idea after all. She made her way into the kitchen first; stopping to take a well needed drink of bottled water from the refrigerator. She switched on the kettle and pulled a mug from a nearby cupboard, Dana chuckled at the inscription on the object; ‘How About A Nice Warm Cup Of Shut The Fuck Up?’ It was so Alice. Once the water had boiled and the coffee made, Dana took the brew through to her slumbering girlfriend knowing that this is the only breakfast Alice would eat/drink before 8:30am at least.