As you slowly wake, you hear footsteps racing down the hall, away from you. Sitting up, you rubbed your temples. The time was five freaking thirty in the morning, and the night before had been a late one. You were even still in your work clothes. Noting Mituna’s absence, you went to go search for him, reaching for the handle of the door, but something was wrong. You could see a black smudge of the side of your hand. Flipping your hand over, a brown mess of smeared marker tainted your skin.
Rushing to the bathroom, you parted your messy bedhead to reveal the entirety of your face. It was a masterpiece covered in sharpies of various colors, but the most prominent feature was across your forehead, ‘Mituna’ in bright yellow wording. Suddenly, from behind, you heard suppressed chuckling. As you turned around, two eyes, shaded by red and blue glass met your gaze and quickly disappeared into the window lit hallway.
You yelled Mituna’s name as you took flight down the hall way, your bare feet squishing into the carpet. Chasing him around the house, you finally cornered him in the kitchen. Placing your hands on your hips, you cockily stated,” I’ve got you now!” Mituna, however, had a plan. Suddenly, a handful of flower dusted your surprised face, and you gladly reciprocated. It wasn’t long before your kitchen looked like a snowstorm had come through and you and Mituna looked like ghosts, two ghosts laughing hysterically on the floor.
You came in for a kiss, sticking the flower to each other’s lips. Looking dreamily into his eyes, you said,” This was fun.” With a sly smile he responded, “Just wait and see what I have planned for tomorrow.” Life with Mituna was non-stop excitement. Though it was a bit overwhelming at times, it would keep you smiling even in your darkest times.