Relatioship Narative

“Hey tootie!” the voice was unrecognizable, but it was existent.

“Wha…” I said lazily as I questioned myself who it could have been. I tried to open my eyes to see who was talking to me, but I couldn’t. The voice sounded familiar, my senses still dull I continued to ponder who it was.

“You tired sleepy head?” the voice questioned me, not mockingly but sweet and gentle, somewhat caring….

“What’s that smell….” I began to think… “Hmmm…. Is that amber? No…. there’s some jasmine in it….” Then it hit me, “Dolce and Gabbana.” That scent was so familiar with its light elegant fragrance. It was the same scent that I had bought as a gift to a close friend of mine.

“Is that you?” I asked.

“Who did you think it would be, silly,” she said back.

“I couldn’t tell, too drowsy,” I replied.

“Ha… You’re a dork!” I knew she wasn’t trying to be mean by saying that, but everyone I know knows I’m a dork.

“Hey, come on, you’re the bigger one,” I replied, it was the only one I could come up with, it’s difficult to argue with the truth.

“Guess who called today?” she asked, I could sense positive energy bursting through her ears even thou I couldn’t see it.

“Damien,” I said lazily.

“How’d you know?!” she asked in astonishment.

“He’s the only one you would be so happy about,” I said, I knew her well enough; I could read her without looking