I’ve been listening to you chatting to yourself downstairs for around 20 minutes now. Normally if you’re on the phone you’re constantly on loud speaker for everyone around you to hear your conversations, which I hate when you do that, but you’re just talking about your life for some reason.

You woke me up by rummaging through a box in your walk-in closet, but I didn’t announce that I was awake or anything, just pretended to be asleep till you left the room. Now, I’ve been listening to you like it’s the only type of amusement I could get in the house. I finally manage to peel the covers off me and I do my business like brushing my teeth and what not before making my way downstairs to check out what you’re doing. And also to grab breakfast, ‘cause I’m starving.

I walk into the kitchen with just my boxers on, spotting you sat at the island with the camera I bought you for your birthday a few months ago. You said something about wanting to make youtube videos a year ago now and I bought you a camera in hopes you would do something with it. Guess you are now, months later.

“What are you doing?” I ask you, my voice groggy with sleep. You turn to look at me with a flinch, probably didn’t hear me coming down the stairs with all the talking you’re doing. You give me a one over and frown at me, clearly I’m not wearing enough clothes to join in on your video. I let out a sigh and walk around the island so I’m not in your video or whatever you’re doing.

“Calm down, sweetheart, just grabbing breakfast.” I mutter to you, getting the point across that I won’t join the video while I’m practically naked.