Air was silent as I listened to his still breathings of deep sleep. I rolled over, my eyelids flutter before they fully opened. I jumped off the bed with the sight of a clock ticking at 8.05 am.
"I'm late for work. We're lateee!"
I frantically searched for my phone, pouncing around like a senile cat.
He gibbers something beyond comprehension and pulls me back sleepily.
Work's a block away. Let me fix breakfast first, he mumbles.
Curtly, I replied No.
"Stay in bed. I'll fix spinach ravioli for lunch?"
"My manager would kill if I'm late!"
"I'll bring your colleagues food for brunch"
"They'll loathe you for making me late"
"No, they won't. I'm their Food Jesus.."
*silence of contemplation*
"I'll stay awhile if you let me make pancakes"
"You mean, pannekoek?"
"Whatever. Can I make em?"
"No. Leave pannekoeks to the Germans.."
"You can't pronounce Nasi Lemak correctly, Hitler"
"Yes I can. Naksik Leemoak"
"^&*$%^#"
"That sounded like a woman's vagina. Did you just call me a cunt?"
"Shit. How'd you figure that one out?!"
He pinches my cheeks and rolls out of bed, "Looks like I'll be making pannekoeks..."
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