THE MORNING AFTER
            ~ a drabble ~
            (PG-13)

            I awaken to the smell of coffee and sounds of Kathryn trying to make breakfast. Raising up on one elbow I smile when I hear her curse under her breath because the replicator is giving her grief again.

            I slip from bed into the hall and peek around the corner as she stares at a dish taken from the replicator, her nose crinkled in distaste.

            She sees me and with a crooked little smile says, "I hope you're not hungry." I go to her as she puts the dish aside. "Just for you."

            I say, "Come back to bed."


            -- Camryn, April 2005






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