Breakfast Remedy

Brrm brrm**Vibly 8:14am

"Lmaoo"

"This is so funny"

"I think we can keep "sending letters" here"

"It's like a daily update sending to each other bc of the time difference.

"And plus if a wanna send you funny memes it's so much easier"

Eagerly, I unlocked my phone and navigated to Siri's messages after she had finally replied. The time in Thailand read past 2 PM, and it was evident that she had remained silent to my earlier messages throughout her morning. With a stroke of luck, I happened to be online just when her messages appeared. Swiftly, I crafted a follow-up response, seizing the opportunity that had presented itself.

"Dear Siri, sending letters it is then"

"And I'd really love some memes that's a brilliant idea(heart emoji)"

"Yes maybe as time goes on we'd get the time to have an actual conversation"

The morning sun was already painting the room with golden hues as I navigated through the lively banter with Siri on Vibly, our virtual letters spanning time zones.

It was really as if we were sending daily updates, catching glimpses of each other's lives through text messages at intervals. Her witty remarks rechoed through the chat.

"It's like a daily update sending to each other because of the time difference," she had noted.

Indeed it was amused by her enthusiasm, but couldn't it be so much better, I couldn't help but wonder.

I awaited her response, but moments passed without a reply. It seemed that she had gone offline after those initial exchanges. I couldn't help but sigh, the prospect of breakfast awaited, the perfect remedy for my morning hangover.

I groggily stumbled towards the kitchen there's nothing better than a hearty breakfast to help recover.

As I ventured into the kitchen, a ripe avocado beckoned to me. With a deft hand, I sliced it open, revealing the vibrant, creamy flesh within. A sprinkle of salt and a drizzle of lemon juice turned it into a luscious spread, the green hue a sight for sore eyes. The whole-grain bread, toasted to a perfect golden brown, played its part in this morning delight. I generously layered the avocado mixture, the tomato slices adding a burst of freshness. The enticing aroma filled the kitchen, and I couldn't help but savor the anticipation of the meal.

To complete my hearty breakfast, I prepared sunny-side-up eggs with their golden yolks still delightfully runny. As they crowned the avocado-tomato canvas, the textures and flavors melded into a savory masterpiece. The creaminess of the avocado, the crunch of the toast, and the richness of the eggs formed a harmonious symphony on my plate. Nutrient-rich and delicious, avocado toast was my trusted remedy to conquer a relentless hangover. I had the choice of beverage to complement this delightful meal but was interrupted by a phone call.

I glanced at my phone, and it was Presh calling. She was finally awake, and I answered the call,

"I'm surprised you remembered I saved my contact in your phone," I replied with a hint of amusement.

"I'm surprised you saved mine ," she teased, her voice tinged with sarcasm, her words like a playful dance.

I chuckled and replied, "Haha, very funny." My tone was light, matching the casualness of our conversation.

"Where are you?"

"Whipping up breakfast," I replied softly through the phone, "you should freshen up and head out; I'll be done in a while." I could almost imagine her reaction on the other end.

"If you're still in bed," I suggested, "there's a door to your right that leads to the bathroom. I left a T-shirt at the helm of the bed; it might be a little baggy on you, but it the smallest size I got. You can also find some boxer shorts underneath; select the one you prefer.

A hint of reluctance laced her voice as she responded, "What? No, I don't even want to be seen by your family, especially not wearing your clothing. It's already embarrassing enough that I slept over. Just come to the room and escort me out to my car, so I'll be on my way and outta your hair."

Amused, I clarified, "What are you going on about? Don't you remember last night?" A quiet laugh escaped me as I recalled her enthusiastic antics and exuberance last night from our previous encounter.

Her confusion was evident as I continued, "You're not at my family's house, Precious. You're in my own apartment, and it's just the two of us. We made a decision to come here yesterday instead of driving to your place, or don't you remember?"

There was a brief silence that followed, an echo of realization. Then, **BEEP BEEP**, the line cut off. She had probably hung up, leaving me with a fond smile at the quirkiness of the situation.

I was aware that I would require a few moments to complete breakfast, so I extended the offer of some of my clothing for her to wear and to provide her with some privacy this morning.

Presh, in her usual exuberant style, expressed her reluctance, not wanting to be seen in my clothing. I couldn't help but laugh at her assumption, wondering why she thought we were at my parents' house. My recollection of last night was filled with fun, good vibes, and her energetic personality.

As I reflected on the events of last night, I finished serving the avocado toast on a plate and started preparing my coffee. It had been a fun night, and I had genuinely enjoyed the vibes. Despite my introverted nature, I knew how to have a good time, and I never wanted to be a vibe killer, no matter my natural disposition.

My preferred choice for the night was clear, and it certainly wasn't my parents' house. My parents' house?

Why would I do such a thing? It would have been like a moth seeking a bonfire. Instead, I would have preferred a nearby hotel for the night, a sanctuary of solitude amidst the noise of life.

With breakfast preparations in progress, I remembered the enjoyable night we'd had. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of cooking as I prepared my coffee. It was a delightful morning, and I couldn't help but smile at the memories.

**

After about ten minutes, just as I was pouring milk into my coffee, the kitchen door swung open, and there stood presh arms akimbo, looking as radiant as she had the previous night. She had taken a refreshing shower and was now clad in the clothes I had laid out for her.

She wore a subtle frown on her face, a hesitant expression as if she wanted to be mad but her cheeks betrayed her. They flushed with a shade of crimson, resembling ripe tomatoes, a testament to the embarrassment she had experienced due to my earlier comments.The morning was turning out to be quite the delightful surprise.