right there can't hide

Sun's just coming through lowered blinds. Claw through the room in semi-dark, past brown packing material and cardboard boxes to the coffee maker. Grip a full bodied glass upended there, the hand-blown salvaged remnant of a nice wine glass left worse for wear after some evening. Run the water cold filling the maker, as though this will be drinking water in the pot.

Counters are full covered in newsprint and a towering bowl with off shape fruit. One cabinet- Organized boxes of tea like books behind the door. Choose 1 bag of less expensive green and drop it in the glass kettle, sizzling it's last sighs. Cotton towels within the long reach of one arm go in too. Hold the dry edges out of the hot.

There's a man sprawled on the couch, half asleep now with the movement. Sit on the sofa back and push his hair back.

Nice bed pants there, guy.
Yea, I'm good.
Not sleeping in your boy's? You ready for this?
What's the time? Sure, I've got some.
Learn anything last night?
Not really, no.
Lower the cloth like a curtain on his forehead. Snap out a second dry towel to cover that, too. Steaming in the low heat, brightening through slats. Army green surplus blanket.

Did you?
Ha! No!

Sometimes the big guns are called for, and sometimes they are difficult to find, but this one's ready near the player. Lady in Satin in the morning. Lay back and smooth another hot towel on like a mask. It's tough to lay there. Fingers slow over the surface of the towel, feeling for features. Along cheekbones to temples.

Voice from the bottom of the stairs, and a fast hand hits the stereo like covering skin pages when a mother walks into the room. Two steps, and the cooling towel lifts off the peak of his nose with a pinch. He's already sitting up, gathering toward the next room.

Lady? What's going on in here? I'm getting you out of here, come on.
Open the door, run down a few steps.

This, I don't have time for. I'll see you soon. Figure out what you're doing.

She's already a few steps out the door, looking disagreeable. Onto the cement porch barefoot, one leg pausing before stepping out. Yanking a long t-shirt over shorts and an exposed knee, and leaning against the doorframe. Laughing still while the smile fades away. Watch the street peripherally for notice, due to ground.