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The first thing Sammy realizes upon waking up is that Yaz isn’t in the bed next to her. The second thing she notices is the sound of shuffling in the kitchen and the smell of something cooking. It’s enough to give Sammy the energy to get herself out of the bed.
The wood floors are cold under her feet so she walks to the dresser and slips on a pair of fuzzy cow-print socks Yaz got her last winter. The blinds are open, allowing sunlight to pour in. She wipes her eyes, trying to wake herself up more and smoothes down her hair as much as possible before leaving the bedroom.
“Yaz?” Sammy calls, entering the kitchen.
Her girlfriend looks up from the stove. She holds a spatula in one hand, wearing an oversized shirt—Sammy’s shirt—and a pair of shorts that peeks from under the fabric. Her hair hasn’t been put up yet and it swings a little when she turns to face Sammy.
“Morning, Sunshine,” Yasmina says as Sammy walks towards her. “Sleep well?”
“Mm, good morning. I did until I realized you weren’t there,” Sammy tells her, leaning on the island opposite of Yaz.
Yasmina chuckles and sets down the spatula. “Well I figured I’d make breakfast, so…”
“I guess pancakes are enough of a consolation. And…eggs maybe?”
Yaz smiles. “Sure, anything for you.” She leans towards Sammy, going in for a kiss until Sammy ducks out of the way at the last minute.
“Yaz!” Sammy says, giggling. “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”
“Such a stickler.” Yasmina rolls her eyes but she’s giggling too.
“Well we’ve got all day. All week, actually, since you don’t leave until Sunday,” Sammy says, heart sinking at the thought of Yaz leaving. “But shit, I have to make Carl a pie today. He’s upset again about the fence.”
This time Yasmina actually rolls her eyes. “Carl can go fuck himself.”
“Yaz!”
“What? We both know he’s an asshole.”
“Yea, but he’s my neighbor,” Sammy tells her. “So I have to put up with him.”
“If you say so,” Yasmina says, crossing her arms. “Oh shit!”
“What?”
“The pancake!” Yaz turns around back to the oven and flips the pancake over. Sure enough, the surface of it is dark as night.
Sammy laughs. “I can’t believe you burnt the pancake!”
“You distracted me!”