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The early morning sun filtered through the blinds as Edd made breakfast. He hummed to himself a tune he remembered hearing on the radio. The mixture of eggs sizzling and Edd's voice was lovely to hear, too bad no one was awake to hear it.
Once the eggs were scrambled how he liked it, Edd grabbed a plate and poured his eggs on to it. He sat his plate on the table and went to the fridge to grab a drink. He sat down on the chair and took a sip of his coke. He loved the sweet taste and the feeling of bubbles in his stomach.
He ate his scrambled eggs and sat his plate in the sink. "I'll wash the dishes later," he told himself as he walked over to his succulents. He currently had 4, which he brilliantly named Edd jr., Tripod, CC, and Eddy.
They all had egg shells scattered around the base of their stems. He knelt down next to them and began speaking to them about his morning so far. "…I'm surprised the others haven't come down yet," he said to his plants.
After his nice one-sided chat with his plants, he walked over to the sink and began to wash the dishes. He began to hum a sweet tune again. He placed his dish in the dishwasher and he looked up at the clock. 9:30. He let out a sigh. "I might as well wake them up now," he thought to himself as he headed upstairs.
He knocked on Tom's door to only get a groan in response. "Are you ready to start the day," he asked his roommate. Edd's roommate gave him a, "No, let me sleep in." Edd walked away and let out a small laugh. Tom must've stayed up late doing a ritual again.
Edd was now in front of Matt's door. He knocked a little softer, because Matt was a light sleeper and he's complained about Edd knocking too loudly. Matt hummed, signaling that he heard Edd. "Are you ready for the day," he asked. "It's 9:35" Edd could hear the pattering of Matt's feet walking to the door. He opened the door and gazed down at Edd with a smile. "Yep!" He walked past Edd and bounced down the steps.
Edd always admired how gorgeous Matt looked in the morning. It was as if he wakes up like that. Edd smiled to himself and walked to the last room. Tord's.
It had been years since Tord blew up their old house and betrayed them. No one in the house, including Edd, trusted him completely. Tom the most. Tom hated Tord's guts. Edd didn't want them physically and verbally hurting each other, so he made sure their rooms were far away from each other.
Edd took a deep breath and knocked on Tord's door. Silence. Tord never responds the first time he knocks, so Edd tried again, but this time he addressed himself. Tord didn't respond. This made Edd worry a bit. He knocked a little louder. "Tord? Are you alright?" No answer. Edd was about to reach for the door knob, when the door swung open to reveal a tired Scandinavian. He glared at Edd. "What? I was having a wonderful dream." Edd's face lit up in embarrassment. "Sorry," he stuttered. "You didn't respond, so I got worried."
Tord stared at Edd for a while, before speaking up. "Alright. Well, I'm going back to bed," he said as he closed his door.
Matt looked around the kitchen for something easy to make for breakfast. He decided to eat toast with fruit from Edd’s garden. He went out the back door and picked some ripe and juicy fruit. He washed and cut them up, placed the fuit on and around the toast in a formation that look pleasing to the eyes. Matt ate a piece of his toast and then went to the kettle to make some chamomile tea. Edd walked down the stairs to see Matt eating his fruit toast. Edd smiled. "I hope you're enjoying my fruit." Matt nodded as he stood up and poured hot water into a small cup. "Would you like tea?" He asked Edd. He shook his head. "Maybe later." Matt nodded and sat down again. There was a moment of silence before Matt chirped, "Let's go into town!"