#drinktober

My day starts at seven o'clock. I drag my body from my comfort prison known as my bed and fire up my shower. As the rivulets of water fell on the shower floor, my mind slowly replays my day from yesterday. Again my day started at seven o'clock in the morning. The sky is still a tad dark with little bits of light trying to peek through; I can hear the sound of the garbage truck making its weekly rounds, but the plush softness of my blankets slowly pulls my body and mind back down into the bed.

"Are you gonna get that?" An unfamiliar raspy voice asked.

I live alone, I sleep alone and wake up to the cruel colorless, and desolate sky alone. So when I hear a deep raspy voice, tinged with annoyance because of my alarm; I did what any person would do... scream.

"Hey, hey… it's too early in the morning for that-quit hitting me!"

Not listening to the man that made a home in my bed,I screamed louder. The pillows were my only weapon against the intruder; smacking and colliding with his face until he fell on the floor. Now here we are standing on opposite sides of my bed; the intruder is a tall well-built man with teal hair.

"Y/N, what is going on?" He barks while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Who are you and how did you get into my house?!"

"It's me, Grimmjow, you're boyfriend!"

Small slivers of sunlight start to peek through, slowly illuminating my bedroom. With the help of the artificial light I can see on his well-toned chest a long and deep scar; trailing from his neck down to his belly, painful.

The chaotic scene only grew worse when I tried to run out of my bedroom only to slip and hit the floor hard. Once again my visit was taken by the cold, cruel, colorless sky.

My thoughts dissipated after my shower; when I stepped out and dried off, the familiar smell of coffee wafted through the air.

Ah yes, Grimmjow is making coffee. My boyfriend.

After dressing for work I followed the scent of maple and cinnamon. Standing in the doorway to my kitchen I see Grimmjow frantically pouring two cups of coffee. Exhausted teal strands decorate his forehead as he concentrates on using the can cool whip. He curses when coffee splatters my countertops instead of making a small ring of the creamy delight.

A small giggle escapes my lips, when I tried to cover my mouth, all sounds in the kitchen ceased. Grimmjow looks so cute when he's angry.

"Good morning, Grimmjow."

"Good morning, woman."

Pointing to the can "you're squeezing the wrong side of the nozzle."

I gingerly grabbed the can of whipped topping and squeeze the nozzle on the left side of the can and viola, whipped topping slithered out and I got a nice little circle on my coffee.

"Do you want some?"

He grumbles and mutters some profanities while drinking his black coffee. The kitchen is filled with bright sunlight as the clock shows nine o'clock. I calmly sip my lukewarm coffee when Grimmjow asks a question.

"You wanna talk about yesterday morning?" He seethed while never taking those beautiful eyes off me. I could have sworn I saw his pupils turned into slits while waiting for my answer.

"I told you yesterday, I'm not used to waking up with someone. I'm used to being alone." I replied, we've only been together for a couple of weeks, and Grimmjow is more passionate than he lets on.

Yesterday morning there was a huge misunderstanding; the night before I cried to Grimmjow about work and family problems. He had the bright idea of staying over, which was fine. However, Grimmjow was supposed to sleep on the couch, and I'm a heavy sleeper, so Grimmy poo thought that sleeping next to me would relieve my anxiety? stress?

When actually he kick-started my fight or flight response and beat him with a pillow.

"Grimmjow, again I'm-

"I'm always gonna be right by your side, stupid." He grunted before he planted a chaste kiss on my lips.

The scent of maple and cinnamon faintly lingering as he pulled back and kissed my hand.