love should be as flowers of the weedy sort
Kamaria hears the word breakfast and... okay, she's a little interested, pulling more out of the covers to look at him better. She watches his brow raise playfully as he mentions a 'game'. Her gaze sparks out of sleep and into light. She pushes herself up, slowly, her body hasn't quite caught up with her mind yet.
"No!" She protests quite suddenly at his offer of giving her more sleep, grabbing his hand as she pushes herself out from the bed. Her pajama pants slink around her as she bumbles into wakefulness.
"What we gonna make for breakfast?" She asks, expectant as she twirls to look up at him. "Pancakes?" That's what he likes, after all, and because of that so does she. "I looove pancakes!"
Something does occur to her to ask, though, and her happy expression dims a little. She steps closer to him and tilts her head. "Is Nate back yet?"
"No!" She protests quite suddenly at his offer of giving her more sleep, grabbing his hand as she pushes herself out from the bed. Her pajama pants slink around her as she bumbles into wakefulness.
"What we gonna make for breakfast?" She asks, expectant as she twirls to look up at him. "Pancakes?" That's what he likes, after all, and because of that so does she. "I looove pancakes!"
Something does occur to her to ask, though, and her happy expression dims a little. She steps closer to him and tilts her head. "Is Nate back yet?"
they break through cement and persist
Kamaria
