Heads (SOLO) [MRO]

Heads [MRO], see also Tails 



Saturday morning, 6am.



A light vibration woke Zinnia from restful sleep. Stretching her extremities she yawned within her mask before pulling it from her face and hanging it on the side-table. She flicked the parent machine off, a final hiss escaping. Rubbing sleep from her eyes she made her way to the kitchen and set to making coffee. If she wanted to beat the weekend swimming crowd she needed to be up early of a morning to claim a lane.



7am.



The laps slipped away behind her as she powered through the cool water. This was peace, this was tranquillity. Just her and the lane, she could easily ignore the others in the water as they were ignoring her and just swim.



9am.



Her hands curled around the coffee mug, long sips warming her from within and shifting the deep chill from the swim to a tickle. She scrolled through her recent messages from Jac, and shot a selfie with the coffee mug against her face on the sly and sent it.



>> “Chu doing? Coffee date?”



By the time the prawn replied that she was at work Zinn had drained the mug and was on route to the park, her bookbag bumping against her legs.



10am through 2pm.



The park was full of families and friends soaking up the weak sunshine. It was a perfect mix of cold enough for knits and warm enough to be outside for long periods of time. Zinnia split her time between her study book and a pleasure book and so whidled away the hours until the sun dipped behind the skyscrapers and the air took on a chill.



3pm.



Dressed in woollies Zinn was curled on the couch watching a movie when her brothers arrived home from their respective sports. Banter was had all around about their smell and her comfort in wearing what basically counted as Pajamas at this hour of the day.



7pm.



A hot family dinner, laughter and continued teasing over cornbread and stewed beef.



9pm.



Her breath puffed out before her eyes as she waited at the Mansion gate for her girlfriend to emerge, a thermos of hot cocoa and a picnic rug tucked under her arm.



11pm.



The strongest stars had twinkled there best, but there was no place like home for curling up with a lover. They made their way leisurely back to Jac’s to talk and otherwise while away the final hours of a perfect Saturday.