la-bella-muerte

Early morning rays shone through the window. He shifted, dull gray eyes opening slowly, and sat up. Yes. He was ready to face the day! Lanky limbs stretching out, he slung his legs over the edge of the bed and tied the bedcurtains back. Pulling on a t-shirt, jeans, and assorted other necessities, he cracked his neck and bounded downstairs. To an empty, cold house. He made coffee, waiting for the rich scent to fill the kitchen before he poured it into a colourful mug, dumping in some French Vanilla Coffeemate. "Mmm..." The luscious liquid slid easily down his sore throat. Ah. That definitely hit the spot! Once finished with the coffee, he he