June hated cold days, and today was especially cold. June didn’t want to wake up, her skin felt tight and fragile. The tank top that she had worn to bed had ridden up her body while sleeping. But at least she was still covered in the multiple blankets she slept with. They were tangled along with her body.
She knew that she had work that day. And her roommate would be there to wake her up soon. She didn’t really know why, but she oversleeps a lot. And this was the best way to wake her up.
She was stretching, extending her arms and legs, and arching her back when the door opened and her curtains were pulled open. She groaned out in protest, and was met with the smell of coffee.
She pried her eyes open and moved her limbs into a sitting position.
“You are my least favorite roommate.” She groaned. She was met with a cup of coffee.
“I’m your only roommate.” Mara answered, she wasn’t wearing much, just shorts and a sports bra that was a bit too small for her.
“Well,” She pursed her lips, they were quite dry, “Maybe there is a reason for that.”
She took a big gulp of the coffee, it was nearly boiling hot, and it burned her lips and the inside of her mouth.
She yelled out in pain, or it could have been a yelp.
“Are you okay?” Mara asked, right before gracefully walking to Junas closet.
“Why would you make the coffee so hot!” She half yelled, and half groaned.
“Be quiet, we have neighbors!” Mara snapped at her.
“If you want me to be quiet, then don’t give me boiling coffee!” June snapped back. Mara scoffed then rolled her eyes.
“Okay, I’m sorry.” She then turned her head to look through June’s many articles of clothing, there were some skirts in there, many dresses, a few pants, lots of shoes, the works.
“It’s fine.” June returned to her coffee, taking small sips.
Her mind was clearer, and she had started to wake up more.
June turned back to look at Mara, she was holding two sweaters, and seemed to be debating something.
June stared at her until she finally turned around.
“Which one is warmer?” She asked. Holding up an olive green sweater that her grandma had knitted for her, and a blue one she had gotten from someone she didn’t quite remember.
“The green one,” Mara squinted her eyes, for a second and something like a scowl ran across her face. But then it was gone and she rolled up the sweater in her hand.
“Well then, what are you waiting for, get dressed.” She said, throwing the rolled up sweater onto June’s lap. It slightly bumped into her cup and disturbed the liquid inside, spilling a drop of coffee onto the sheets beneath her.
“Watch it!”
“What?” There was something in her voice. Like annoyance. She folded the blue sweater.
“You nearly spilled my coffee.” June said, cradling the cup to her chest.
“Just get dressed.” Mara sighed, moving to get out of the room.
June groaned.
“Fine.” She moved her legs out from under her layers of blankets, and flinched when the cold air hit her legs. She shivered.
Mara leaned back into the room.
“Your fuzzy socks are on top of the drawer.” She added.
June looked next to her to see a pair of socks. They had watermelons on them. She put them on, as quickly as she could and began to change.
It was still cold, her skin was dry, and her lips chapped. She ran a finger over them. Her fingers were soft. Soft but they still felt as cold as ice. They weren’t, but they felt like it.
She got dressed, observing herself in the mirror, she was quite pretty. Or at least that’s what they all said, and they were very right. She was pretty, she was beautiful, and she knew how to use it.
She dragged her feet across the hardwood floors, and walked into the kitchen to see Mara absolutely ruining the simplest soup. She could have stopped her, but she couldn’t be bothered to, she was tiered. So she just sat on the table and buried her face into her arms.
The soup was soon ready, and surprisingly, it didn’t taste awful. But it certainly wasn’t very good. Mara seemed to agree. When she tried it she had scrunched up her nose as if it was sour, or foul.
“What do you think?” She asked, in a way that sounded like she was expecting June to say that it was awful.
“It’s surprisingly good.” She responded.
‘For you’, she thought.
Mara rolled her eyes.
“Sure it is.” June didn’t protest. She knew that Mara wouldn’t believe her.
“You are going to be late for work.” June was snapped out of her thoughts and panic filled up her stomach. She quickly turned her head at the clock that always hung above Mara’s head.
It was 7:30.
Work started at 9. She was annoyed.
“No, I’m not.” June said, “It’s only 7:30, I have plenty of time.”
“You have time now, but it will take you forever to actually get out of the house.” June just scoffed at her.
She took her time getting ready, then watched something meaningless. She tried to do her makeup but messed up with her eyeliner. So she wiped it off, and did it again while Mara stood near the door with a look on her face.
Before she knew it, around one hour and twenty minutes had passed.
And now she was going to be late.
“I told you so!” Mara laughed out from her room, she went to work from home, so she was just getting her workspace ready. Lucky her.
“Shut up!” June called back, looking for her keys. And just in time Mara called out again.
“Your keys are on top of the white table!” She yelled, and when June looked at the tiny white table near the balcony. Her giant keychain was on there. There was a cloud on it. Mara had given it to her, and she would notice if she took it off, so she kept it on.
“I’ll be back at six!” June called out. Mara responded.
“Don’t do anything stupid!”
“I won’t!”
“Bye!”
“Bye!”
And June left.
She was late to work that day. It was definitely Mara’s fault.
