Post by zellyjelli on May 4, 2013 11:56:34 GMT -5
The weekend was a time for sleeping in and relaxing, but Charlie woke up at an ungodly hour for a day off; seven o'clock. She laid in her bed staring at the clock as the numbers changed slowly. Trying to fall back asleep, she tossed and turned under her blanket, but to no avail. Fifteen minutes that passed by felt more like hours of quiet colorless agony of laying about.
Finally Charlie got sick of it. She slowly shuffled her way to the bathroom in the usual morning routine. After a little relief she went to the kitchen to satisfy her stomach. The tiled floor was cool against her bare feet. There wasn't much in the fridge, that would work for a breakfast. Thus, the kiwi pulled out the eggs, and a frying pan from the cupboard. She turned on the stove, and started cracking the eggs into the pan. Charlie didn't bother scrambling them. Last time she attempted that it ended with eggs spilt on the floor, and what was left got stuck to the pan. That was one of her worst cooking experiences.
As the eggs began to sizzle in the heat of the stove, short wisps of dark red popped out above them. It was tempting for Charlie to turn on her music to let the colors room more about the place, but it would be rude to disturb her still sleeping roommates. So the idea of colors floating in bright waves to the rhythm was quickly discarded.
She stood by the oven waiting for her food cook through, shifting her weight between each leg. Then there was a slight tickle on her foot. She looked down to see a little dot on her foot. Dust. That was her first thought. But then it moved with eight skinny little legs. Charlie's eyes went wide, and she shook her foot. Which sent to little spider flying onto the side of the counter. It quickly scurried up towards the stove, and Charlie gave out a quick scream. She didn't want a shriveled up cooked spider in her food, or in the dorm at all for that matter.
Finally Charlie got sick of it. She slowly shuffled her way to the bathroom in the usual morning routine. After a little relief she went to the kitchen to satisfy her stomach. The tiled floor was cool against her bare feet. There wasn't much in the fridge, that would work for a breakfast. Thus, the kiwi pulled out the eggs, and a frying pan from the cupboard. She turned on the stove, and started cracking the eggs into the pan. Charlie didn't bother scrambling them. Last time she attempted that it ended with eggs spilt on the floor, and what was left got stuck to the pan. That was one of her worst cooking experiences.
As the eggs began to sizzle in the heat of the stove, short wisps of dark red popped out above them. It was tempting for Charlie to turn on her music to let the colors room more about the place, but it would be rude to disturb her still sleeping roommates. So the idea of colors floating in bright waves to the rhythm was quickly discarded.
She stood by the oven waiting for her food cook through, shifting her weight between each leg. Then there was a slight tickle on her foot. She looked down to see a little dot on her foot. Dust. That was her first thought. But then it moved with eight skinny little legs. Charlie's eyes went wide, and she shook her foot. Which sent to little spider flying onto the side of the counter. It quickly scurried up towards the stove, and Charlie gave out a quick scream. She didn't want a shriveled up cooked spider in her food, or in the dorm at all for that matter.