The New Roommate [( Arkaniel & Moirae )]
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				Title: <strong>The New Roommate [( Arkaniel &amp; Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 05:19:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/iconofroses/JuneHart.png)</div> At four o'clock that morning June Hart's day began.&nbsp; That'd been the first time she'd hit the five minute snooze button on her alarm clock.&nbsp; The second time had been at 4:05.&nbsp; When it went off a forth time her cat hopped onto the bed and nuzzled into her hand, mewling softly for attention and her morning cat milk -- it wasn't the real thing, but it was good enough.&nbsp; This was a routine they went through often enough, altering on the more common days when she only hit the button once or twice; then, they met in the kitchen, Isis sitting ready by her dish.&nbsp; June sighed and relented, knowing she'd already delayed herself by a couple hits of the button.&nbsp; It was simply that she was hesitant for this day to begin.&nbsp; Today started a new sub-chapter of her life, one that, while she was eager for and anticipating, had her clinging to yesterday for just a few more minutes.&nbsp; <br><br>This was the last time she'd be waking up alone -- well, figuratively -- she thought with a small, soft smile as she finally rose from the bed, simultaneously reaching for her long silk robe and (often forgotten) daily planner.&nbsp; At around noon today, well past the daily breakfast rush, she'd be welcoming in her new roommate.&nbsp; It wasn't that she needed the money from renting one of the spare rooms in the generously spaced three bedroom apartment that covered the second floor of her bakery, Hart's Treats.&nbsp; She'd considered herself lucky, and the bakery a hit, when it'd only taken three years to pay off the cost to expand and remodel the original building.&nbsp; The space of living alone had been worth it, though.&nbsp; &nbsp;Four years later, just months shy of her twenty seventh birthday, the bakery was still doing better than ever and she'd managed to start a nice nest fund for what she thought she might want or want to do someday.&nbsp; (Despite her mother's belief, she wasn't sure yet if that 'want' or 'someday' included a husband and children.)&nbsp; The money from the room was just going to get funneled into her vacation fund -- provided she actually caved in and took more than a couple days away once a year.&nbsp; <br><br>It was simply that she was lonely.&nbsp; While having Isis around was as natural as breathing -- the cat was nearly fifteen and yet as spry as ever at times -- it wasn't enough to walk up the flight of stairs to an otherwise empty home.&nbsp; Part of her rationalized that she was surrounded by people every day: employees, customers, couriers, delivery men, purchasers, and, more often than not, her parents.&nbsp; Like clock work her father, a retired Minister, and mother, a retired school music teacher turned at-home piano teacher, arrived at eight for their two cups French Roasted coffee, a cheese danish and a warmed blueberry muffin for her dad and a slice of coffee cake for her mother.&nbsp; It was the same breakfast they'd had for the past seven years, since she'd opened the bakery.&nbsp; Once or twice throughout the week her two sisters would be in and out.&nbsp; <br><br>They had their own lives, though, just as she did.&nbsp; Except she needed someone else in her life.&nbsp; Just someone to say hi to, another warm body to co-inhabitant the space she'd turned into a home and to make their own imprint.&nbsp; To hear the stories of their days on occasion.&nbsp; To eat dinner with them every once in a while.&nbsp; Considering all the time and energy that went into her bakery -- she did as much paperwork as she did baking sometimes -- a roommate fit that bill perfectly.&nbsp; June considered it a smashing success already considering she'd managed to meet someone who was not only a police officer (talk about at home protection!) but had seemed to hit it off very well.&nbsp; She'd felt instantly at ease with him and known this was someone she could live with.&nbsp; In truth, finding him had been like finding a four leaf clover; there had been quite a few who'd applied that had left June somewhat bewildered, unsure if she should be frightened for her life, and in one case, frightened for her sanity.&nbsp; <br><br>June's smile had grown by the time she'd stepped out of the shower, her long, golden red hair wrapped up in a towel and was hitting the start button on the coffee machine -- it had a timer feature, but she rarely remembered to set it in the evenings.&nbsp; Within moments thoughts of the new roommate soon became joined by running the morning's schedule through her mind (there were two wedding cakes to finish off in addition to the usual morning baking, and she wanted to do something with the bulk of raspberries she'd gotten a great deal on) and making mental reminders that she's forget and remember on and off throughout the day.&nbsp; Just now she was recalling the quick reminder her mother had made yesterday of the church's annual bake sale coming up this weekend -- which, of course, Hart's Treats always donated generously to with a great selection of tempting goods.&nbsp; <br><br>A couple hours later with the ovens already aflame with heat, two of her assistants working steadily around her and two others manning the long L shaped display cases, and the morning radio mix providing light background noise, the bakery was getting ready to burst with life.&nbsp; She'd already decided to save most of the raspberries for a themed donation to the bake sale, the rest she'd whipped up into fresh raspberry muffins and would be turning more into today's special: raspberry Bavarian cream pies.&nbsp; Unlike the other local bakeries, Hart's Treats opened at six, giving them an edge to those who started their day earlier than most.&nbsp; It meant more preparation at the end of the day for the next, but it was worth it, especially as the early morning business had grown steadier in the past ten months.&nbsp; <br><br>Almost immediately thoughts of starting an Early Bird member special, perhaps something with a punch hole card to get a free breakfast deal, coffee, danish, muffin, or whatnot -- she ducked out of the way of an assistant hefting a five gallon bag of milk, used her foot to kick the cooler door shut behind them and then resumed tapping her toe to the radio -- or maybe a free pie instead.&nbsp; She had noticed a growing trend of a good chunk of the early morning customers buying up slices of pie for 'later.'&nbsp; Pie.&nbsp; She could give away pie.&nbsp; And not eat it.&nbsp; Making a mental note to visit the gym this week, she wiped her hands and gave Maggie a grateful smile as the assistant whisked away the finished pies to chill; she moved up front, her smile softening and then widening as a regular swept through the door, sending the bell above chiming.&nbsp; Dawn was rising lush and brilliantly behind him, sweeping a sparkling dazzle through the large, wide windows.&nbsp; <br><br>By the time noon arrived, June had felt as she'd barely taken a breath and loved every moment of it.
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