Twenty-Eight (Tim); Old father time...
Ugh, I feel like Time's been jumping about everywhere since we got here. Old Father Time on viagra, it seems. I don't know how Heather's coping! She's been so organised and efficient of late. I've seen her like that in the US, sporadically tidy and organised and efficient, but seeing her in what appears to be her 'natural environment' is just strange! I think it's got something to do with the fact she's trying to take her mind off filming. Which starts today. Which means I have to get up!
Yawning and grumbling and rubbing my hand ruefully across my stubble I make my way out of bed and to the bathroom. Heather looks like she's either been up for hours already, or just hasn't bothered sleeping. She's perched on the toilet seat brushing her hair. As I walk in she looks up and gives me a smile far too bright to be natural, and far too cheery for this hour of the day.
"Morning!" she says, getting up with that easy grace I associate only with dangerous felines, or Danny. "Coffee? Toast?"
"Uh... Coffee..." I groan. I'm still not used to this whole British Time thing; we've been here for a week already and I swear I'm still jetlagged! Heather smiles at me, stands on tiptoe to kiss my chin then stalks - walks - strides - somethings off to the kitchen. I shake my head and pull of my nightclothes which smell of a strange mixture of sleep, swet, me, Heather's pillow spray and Heather. Nice, but I'll need to feel 'fresh' for today's filming, as opposed to sleepy and relaxed and longing to be at home with my wife. I've gotten dreadfully domesticated of late! I chuckle slightly and step into the shower, turning it on full-blast and letting the almost scalding water cleanse me of sleep and sex, ready to actually do some work.
By the time I get out of the shower I've only got ten minutes until I have to be on location. Shit. I grab a cup of coffee from the slightly smirking Heather and down it quickly. I can't help but make a small yelping sound as I scald my tongue. Guess I shouldn't assume cups of coffee handed to me have been waiting around and gotten cold.
"I'd kiss it better for you, but you have to get to work." Heather says this so innocently I blink, then groan, wanting to hit her over the head with something, but I don't. I'm stopped by the tiny, almost indiscernable note of pain in her voice as she mentions my 'work'.
"Yeah..." I say softly, putting the cup on the table to put an arm around her. "I'll see you later..."
"Yeah." she says quietly, and this time I can really hear the pain, but there's nothing I can say. "You'd better go." she says, pushing me gently back. That hurts.
"See you later then..." I say, heading towards the door. She runs over and kisses my cheek.
"Bye..."
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