Erilyn woke up earlier than usual, feeling so groggy and disoriented that she couldn't will herself to sleep the moment the first rays of sunlight streamed in through the window. She busied herself in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, hoping she'd return to normal with a little movement.
She was chopping vegetables to use for the mushroom soup when August walked in. He was in a blue shirt, the strings untied to show a bit of his sculpted collarbones. Erilyn didn't mean for her gaze to linger. He was fixing his silver hair, messy and rustled from sleep, as he took a seat opposite to her.
"You're up early," Erilyn said.
"I heard some shuffling," he said, his eyes fixed on the vegetables she was cutting, "turns out it was just you."
"Do you want to help?" she asked.
"Sure," he replied, standing and taking her place.
