The Real Thing by Marina Simcoe

Author:Marina Simcoe [Simcoe, Marina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-31T05:00:00+00:00

18. After the “Night of Debauchery.”

It was Sunday, the day when I didn’t have to start working at the store until noon. The only day when I didn’t need to set my hated alarm clock.

I woke up to the familiar comforting noise of the street traffic below my apartment and to the bright ray of sunshine warming up my face through the bedroom window.

Somebody’s leg was draped across my hip. Marcus. He stayed the night! And I didn’t mind it a bit that he slept in my bed with me. On the contrary, I actually liked it. I snuggled closer to him, enjoying the feel of having him here. Apparently, my hard-to-break habit of sleeping alone wasn’t that hard to break at all. Marcus had done it using a few well-placed kisses and some well-timed touches. I slept like a baby!

“Coffee?” he whispered groggily in my hair, his arms tightening around me.

“Shhh. You sleep. I’ll make some.” I moved to get up.

“Why would you make it if I can just make it happen?” He opened one eye and peered at me through the curtain of dark messy hair in front of his face.

“It’s still too early for you to get up.” I sat on the bed in front of him and moved the hair away from his face. “Anyway, if you do get up, I’d need to spend at least an hour to brush this mess on your head.”

He ignored my comment for now and looked like he was considering something for a second.

“I slept well.” His brows furrowed in thought. “Weird. But I did.”

His eyes flickered to my nightstand briefly, and a delicious smell of fresh coffee filled the room.

“Thank you.” I picked up the paper cup from the nightstand. “Mmm. Coffee. So good! You know, I don’t understand how you don’t weigh like a thousand pounds by now. If you don’t even need to get up to make a coffee, what stops you from sitting on the couch somewhere, ‘making things happen’ for yourself, while you’re doing absolutely nothing?”

His reply came quickly, making me think that he had thought about it before and had already answered this question to himself.

“When your magic can do absolutely everything for you, it’s the things that you can do on you own that really become important. I think I appreciate the simple pleasures of doing things myself more because I have a choice whether to do them or not. In theory, I could teleport anywhere, but in reality it’s often much more enjoyable just to walk down the street to a coffee shop in the traditional way, by putting one foot in front of the other,” he smiled and added casually. “Magic or not, anyone can make coffee at home, cheaper and faster than going to a coffee shop, right? Why are there still so many coffee shops then?” Without waiting for my answer to this obviously rhetorical question, he stretched in bed and got up. “Well, I’m not sleepy any more. I think I’ll take you up on your offer to brush my hair.

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