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Callum was a twenty-five year old man who worked hard at his job as a designer and industry director. He tried to live his life quietly, drawing sketches of any object or human being he saw, or going out with friends and his brother, but nothing helped. His mind only thought about work, work, work.
“Callum, you need to relax!”, Soren complained when he heard Callum talking about work once again. “Life is beyond work! Enjoy life!”
It was easy for him to say a prepared phrase worthy of Facebook for those good morning messages when you have a lover by your side and don't feel like going to bed early.
Callum has an elderly side that he nicknamed Robson. Robson appeared with every imaginable frequency; He loved teas, especially chamomile and lemon, he couldn't go into the cleaning product aisle because he was dying to smell the fragrance, he hated afters with all his strength, he loved cats (he's even the father of a cat) and he slept at nine in point of the night.
His friends called him old for that, but he didn’t care. If he was happy like this, nothing would get in the way of his happiness.
Robson's soul loved waking up on Saturday mornings with the window open, with a bit of sunlight peeking through the crack. It warmed and made Callum's day better; However, that day, he had worked overtime, arriving home later and going straight to bed to snore.
The cold wind ran through his bare chest and an arm passed under the gray pillow. It was the position he liked most to get a great night's sleep.
A silent thud.
A weight on the bed that crawled towards Callum, who feigned dementia and continued to sleep.
“Callum, time to get up.”
The brunette grumbled, turning to the opposite side, with a sigh at the end. The girl didn't give up; she got out of bed, taking Aaravos from the foot of the bed and already pulling the sheet little by little with her hands down. Upon seeing the adult's crooked feet and fingers, she went up again with her knees and pulled him, making him wake up instantly.
“Rayla!”, the man with greenish orbs began to laugh, trying to free himself from the woman's “torture”. “What you doing?”
“Good morning, sweetheart”, the white hair was in front of the young woman's face, she pulls it into the normal position with her fingers. “You took a while to wake up, so I ran without you.”
“When did you wake up?”
“Six o'clock in the morning sharp.”
“Rayla, do you know the word sleep?”
He heard a soft laugh from his girlfriend; she shook her head at Callum's disbelief at finding out the time.
Yes, Callum has a girlfriend.
Rayla was a bartender who worked at one of the bars the man frequented after work. Silvergrove was a famous spot in the city for its variety of drinks and freshly made drinks, especially at the parties and afters that the owner threw. He met her at an After, obviously being forced to be present on the date, as Soren had recently graduated in law and joined a police station.
With his social battery already exhausted, he sat at the open bar and the bartender approached him, offering drinks on the house. He realized that she was an interesting person, as the woman became excited when he mentioned walking and she replied that she ran in the park on the weekends.
The rest of the steps don't matter; the most important thing for him was that his girlfriend had woken him up by pulling him by his feet. He lifts his spine, hugging it and taking in the fragrance that only his girlfriend had.
“I made an omelette”, the woman says after a while, blushing and feeling her ears burning.
“I can smell it here, honey…”
They hear an insistent meow. The black cat with violet eyes stared at the couple with an expression of disgust, as if he had watched the scene from beginning to end. Then the feline started licking its paws and headed towards the kitchen.
“Aaravos, daddy is already leaving!”, the man exclaimed and left his girlfriend's embrace, the same one letting out a grumble. “Weren't you the one who wanted my presence today?”
“Yes. That's why I'm going to take you there.”
She pulled him by the arms, grabbing an old shirt for him to wear since it was cold that day. He dressed her and went to the counter, where Rayla was putting food for the kitten, who meowed happily in response, brushing against his leg.
He smiled when the woman placed a kiss on his forehead and stroked his brown hair before serving them coffee.
The morning continued peacefully, just like every day when he spent time with his loved one.