"an early night" part 1

"Oh my god!" she shouted, for the fifteenth time that morning. I rolled over in my bed, glancing up at the alarm clock - the bright green digits informed me that it was 6:13 - before pushing the covers away and dragging myself out of bed. I could still hear Gennie and Adam in the room next door, but I'd learned to ignore it. It was the fourth night in a row that Adam had stayed over and I was almost getting used to their morning routine. Adam was a chef, he worked long hours from seven until closing at a diner a few blocks away so Gennie cherished their mornings as Adam rarely had the energy at night.
I flicked on the kettle and listened to the rush of the heating water. The louder the kettle got, the louder and faster Gen and Adam got. Until... click! the water was boiled and all that I could hear from Gen's room was an exhausted gasp. Not long after, as the coffee brewed, Adam stumbled out into the kitchen wearing nothing but the black silk boxer shorts I'd seen far too many times.
His dark hair was tousled, the front almost sticking straight up, and his cheeks were flushed. He was a very attractive man, I could see why Gennie was so fond of him. She had a thing for skinny men - especially men with prominent collarbones and well defined ribs. He stood there in the kitchen as I plunged the press filter down through the French press. Without a word I poured a cup of coffee and passed it to him.
'Thanks, Edith...' he mumbled, returning to Gen's room with a pack of cigarettes in his hand.
I settled myself into my favourite chair, the one that faced the balcony, and sipped my coffee in an unthinking stupor. It was far too early.



photo credit - kelsey reckling