A Rainy Sunday Morning

“Beep, Beep, Beep!” –(Alarm clock going off)

“Honey, can you get that?”, Mary asked as she rested her head on her pillow. It was a rainy Sunday morning, and she was tired from the long night she had. Her body ached and her head had a mean migraine. Sinking deeper into her covers, she dosed off.

Ten minutes later the alarm went off again. “Honey, it’s on your side of the bed, come on,” she said raising her voice a little. She was met with an overflow of silence and too lazy to open her eyes, she dosed off again thinking it was the end of the annoying rings from her alarm clock. Unfortunately for Mary, the clock went off again after fifteen minutes.

Opening her eyes, she sighed and peeked over to see why Honey hadn’t turned off the clock. Looking at her partner’s tightly closed eyes and smiling mouth, she cursed the day she got with someone who was a sound sleeper. Honey was a good partner, but it was times like these when Mary feared for her life. Honey could sleep through any noise and usually it wasn’t too bad but if she was exhausted, she’d never wake up. Even if a truck rammed through their house, she wouldn’t hear it if she was sleeping. Turning off the alarm clock she began plotting against Honey.

Feeling mischievous from being woken up from her sweet dreams, she decided to punish her. Slowly and carefully, she was able to unravel herself from the covers and jump out of the bed. Walking as quietly as possible, she made her way to their play-room. Grabbing a few items, she smirked in anticipation for the fun that she was going to have. Before she went back to the bedroom, she fed their Russian blue cat, Sylvester and took a look outside to see how bad it had rained.

The trees looked refreshed and after an intake of fresh air, she was ready. Slowly walking back, she peeked her head in the room and when she saw that Honey was still sleeping soundly, she let out a breath of relief. Quickly taking action she sprayed a dollop of whip cream into Honey’s right hand. Cuffing her left hand, she began tickling her nose with their feather whip. It went on for a while before Honey started responding. Feeling a foreign substance on her nose, she tried to get it off and when she did, boy did she get a surprise. The whipped cream was all over her face and all she could hear in the background was the cackling of Mary’s laughter.

Furious, she tried to retaliate but that’s when she realized that she was cuffed. Looking over at Mary, she pondered on what she did to be woken up in such a manner on this rainy Sunday morning. She knew that she could easily escape but she wanted to play with her partner. Sadly, all the fun thoughts she had flew away as the whipped cream began melting and rolling into her eyes. “Babe, it burns!”, she shrieked as she started to feel the burn from the whipped cream.

Quickly tending to her partner, thoughts of torture were long forgotten. Mary licked up the remaining cream and when she was sure that Honey’s face was clean, she made sure to give her a big kiss. Uncuffing her, while displaying her cutest pouting face Mary said, “Sorry Honey. Forgive me.” Walking towards her Honey slapped Mary repeatedly on her bum. “You’re forgiven”

Smiling, the two women got up and headed to the kitchen. Sylvester’s purring could be heard throughout the hallway as he played with his toy tree. Mary whipped up strawberry and chocolate chip pancakes with bacon and eggs while Honey tended to their beverages. Opening their fridge, she got out four oranges. Rolling them across a cutting board, she squeezed them until they were ready to burst. Slicing them, she reached for their juicer and squeezed out all the juices she could get. She added the pulp to her drink and when she was finished, she placed them in the refrigerator for cooling.

Sitting on the kitchen stool, Honey began glancing at Mary. Smiling softly, she took the time to reflect on their relationship. It wasn’t easy getting to where they were and while their relationship still had some kinks that needed fixing, she knew that she was the happiest with Mary by her side. Kissing her on the cheek, she left the kitchen. The rain was still pouring hard and looking outside she laughed as she remembered their first-meeting. It was five years ago and on a rainy Sunday morning.