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Patrick had insisted that David sleep in late. Ray was gone and he wanted David to take advantage of a quiet house. He blinked awake at 10 am though because he wasn’t used to the quiet anymore. He extended his limbs into a full body stretch and then dragged himself out of bed. He breathed in the aroma of fresh coffee as he neared the kitchen. Patrick always brewed a pot before he left for work. David appreciated the small gesture because it wasn’t small to him.
When he rounded the corner he saw a gift by the coffee maker. He groaned as he approached the counter. The gift was the size of a matchbox yet still big enough for his chest to tighten. He made his coffee and side eyed the gift while he stirred. He knew it would be sentimental because they always were. Why couldn’t he just grab the first thing he found in the clearance bin like everyone else?
Now, with his coffee made, he could no longer prolong the inevitable. He rolled his eyes as he grabbed the gift and strode back to Patrick’s bedroom. He placed his coffee on the night stand and crawled back under the covers. He set the card and the gift in front of him on the bed. It was way too early in the morning to process whatever he was about to be assaulted with.
The gift was wrapped in exquisite black matte paper. It had perfect edges and was tied together with a sleek white ribbon. It was clear that Patrick had not wrapped it. Maybe he shouldn’t open it on account of it being so pretty. That was a reasonable excuse so he opened the card first. What had his sweet troll of a boyfriend written in there? He had forgotten to pack his under eye serum so there could be absolutely no emotions before he got to the store. He took a deep breath and ripped the card open.
David covered his mouth and squinted his eyes shut. He told Patrick they were tempting fate with these stupid monthiversaries. This was now the third gift and his eyes were wet just from the card. He ran his fingers across Patrick’s messy scrawl as if he could feel his touch.
He picked up the box and shook it. Nothing. It’s now or never. He tore it open and it revealed a cardboard box with You’ll Always Be My Boo written on the top. Unbelievable. Inside the box was a white felt ghost with a red heart on the bottom. A smirk tucked itself into the side of his mouth. He held the ghost in one hand and used the other to wave the ghost’s little arm in the air. He had to admit (to himself) that the ghost was cute. He let out a deep sigh now that this ordeal was over.
David [10:30 am]
You’re ridiculous
Patrick [10:32 am]
See you at 12?
David [10:33 am]
I’ll think about it.
He stood up and reached for his overnight bag. He took out clothes for the day and then hesitated. He picked up the card and the ghost and stowed them in his bag where they’d be safe. Patrick would have to apply his under eye serum when he gets to the store. It requires a steady hand and he’s just had a very stressful morning.
