On My Way To Mr. Right

Chapter 67

I awoke to another peaceful and calming sleep and face the glorious sunrise in the lake before me. I look around to see James continuing to fidget in his sleep. I’ve noticed for the past two days that we’ve slept in the same bed; he does not sleep very peacefully. He was constantly moving away from me, crashing on my head, and just fidgeting in general. Quite like he was having nightmares. But after two nights, I doubt it was nightmares. He’d never wake up to any of these occurrences. Yesterday night, I woke him up, he had no idea he was fussing too much in his sleep.

I get up from the bed and admired the sunrise I was witnessing. I could surely get used to this. From my house, there was nothing but trees and roofs at sunrise. Here, it was a front seat view to nature’s show.

I check the clock and see it was still early, ten minutes to six. Seeing my dead-asleep boyfriend, I head down to the kitchen, feeling like cooking.

Today was the day B and Charles would arrive. Who knows, Rosy might even pop in. She still hasn’t been back from Brazil, but she sure loved to lead us on. For months, we’ve awaited her return, and for months, she keeps on feeding us the same excuse. Her plane was delayed. Her father had work left to do. She hasn’t finished packing. The moving guys were late. No straight answer, yet we continue to hope.

“But I’m not dwelling on that,” I whisper to myself, refusing to ruin my day by missing Rossalyn.

I grab some stock bacon and eggs from the fridge and scrambled to get a pan on the stove.

It wasn’t long before James came down the stairs after me. He looked at me confused at my gaze at him. I really wanted to confront him on his sleeping habits but I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.

So, I let it go.

Some things I can let go of.

But not our conversation last night.

I ease away from his hug as he only had boxer shorts on and it wasn’t doing him any favors down below. Someone was definitely camping inside those shorts.

“Why are you moving away from me?” He asks, chuckling.

“Uhh, gotta prepare brunch food. B and Charles must be on their way over now,” I revert the conversation to something safe. Something to make the happy campers go away.

“It’s still too early, but yeah, sure. I’ll help you out in a minute. I just have to take a quick shower.”

And with that he leaves the room, and I feel relieved. I get started on brunch with whatever we had in the fridge. If I was going to lie to my boyfriend as a distraction, I may as well make that lie true.