Kael woke up with a headache. The brightness of the new day ruthlessly shining onto his face did not help ease the pain as he rolled over to the other side of the pillow and frowned when he could still see the light through his eyelids. He soon regretted not getting thicker curtains for the windows as he blindly felt around his side table for his glasses and slowly moved to sit upright on his bed. His head ached even more when he stood up and cursed his need for dumplings the day before that made him go out in the storm. But with the thought of meeting Talia
because of the dumplings, his hatred for the steamed goodness lessened.
He moved through the apartment like a zombie on a quest for cereal. He knew he should make soup because he was sure he had gotten sick, but the temptation of chocolate flakes and cold milk defeated his need for warm soup. He soon regretted that as well. And when he found himself unable to focus on the book he was reading and finding the TV too noisy, he begrudgingly retreated to his bed. He felt guilty that he couldn't take Talia out to the bakery today, but he would rather stay guilty and alone for now than to infect her with whatever he had right now and feel even more guilty after.
Kael fell back into the warm confines of his bed when a thought poked at his brain. '
What if Talia comes over with high hopes for the trip and I wouldn't even be awake to open the door for her?' He frowned and wiped his watery eyes before finding a pen and a sticky note.
Hi. I'm sorry I won't be able to
bring you to the bakery today.
He stuck the note onto his front door before writing a second one.
I think I got sick from the storm yesterday.
I'll make it up to you, I promise.
He stuck it near the first one as he frowned at how small the sticky notes were and he started writing on another one.
- Kael
PS. I hope you liked the dumplings.
With a mission success, he entered his apartment, forgetting to lock the front door. And just like before, he became a zombie on a quest for his bed.