Though it feels like forever, but a finger count tells me otherwise. It’s only been about 3 weeks that we’ve been living together. As in, after I have officially moved in.
And life is good.
Damn good.
We have fallen into a routine. Thank God for that. Though I goof up, once in a while and don’t wake up in time for work. But other than that we’re sorted. At least in this respect.
This is how our day unfolds.
For me
Stupid alarm disturbing my peace
At 6 in the morning
For even more stupider walk/jog/run
Need to lose weight
Shut up, erm, hit snooze
It’s 6.30
Still time for the stupid walk/jog/run
Still need to lose weight
Still shut up/ snooze
It’s 7
I need my sleep
Shut the F up, wouldja?
It’s 7.30
Dammit, we’re late
Scramble outta the bed. Rush to the bathroom, brush in the mouth, rush to the closet, he’s laughing at me, I smile back- trying hard to keep the brush in mouth, rush back to the bathroom.
Life still is good.