Saturday morning. You struggle to exist, waking up from the endless lethargy imposed by the pillows and blankets on your bed. Nothing is happening. You don't need to do anything today, not really.
Well.
You thought that.
Until you heard rustling in the kitchen—
"Mickie?" you ask as you lurch out of the hall, hearing the sound of cutlery rustling in a drawer. The smell of coffee fills the air and you're suddenly starving. It takes only moments to find Mickie in the kitchen, dressed only in one of your lent T-shirts, making breakfast.
You blink at her choice of attire.
"Hey," she greets you. Her eyes flicker away briefly. "I cleaned out your coffee pot."
You nod dumbly. "Thanks," you say.
"What's up?" she asks, putting things to right in your kitchen. You notice that your sink is miraculously empty.
"... Nothing," you say, watching her work. "... Are you wearing shorts or something?"
She sneers at you, wrinkling her nose, "No," she says sarcastically, "I thought it'd be just swell to run around with my bare ass pussy in the breeze, smartass."
Your face goes red. "Uh..." you stammer, trying to think of some way to respond without offending her further. "It was—"
She cuts you off. laughing suddenly. "I saw that comment on Twitter. Pretty funny, huh? Anyway, I'm wearing shorts," she waves you off dismissively. "So, what're you doing today?" she asks.
The other days that she's been here—you were going out to work. Today... well, today you have nothing better to do than hang around the house.
"Nothing," you say, flatly.
"Cool," she smiles, taking an egg from the fridge. "Guess I can make you breakfast, huh?"
You nod wordlessly. She cracks open the egg into a bowl. A few minutes later she hands you a plateful of eggs and toast. You sit down beside her at the table.
"So," she begins. "