THIRTY FIVE

The next morning, every corner of the house feels so alive and at the same time steady in come places. I could hear the waves from the distance roaring in their crash. The windows are open which makes every curtain dance wildly all over its place. I'm surprise to see the TV on. I think everyone is gone swimming in the beach now. But who could be here with me. My foot still hurts a little. Cooper put so much ice on it but this morning the pain actually lessen.

I stretch my arms to the air when I enter the kitchen. I stop midway when I see Simon's back is facing me. He's stirring on the pot over the stove. He's got no shirt on. It's like he was just in the water.

He turns around, catching my eyes watching him. I move over to the fridge out of embarrassment, I pretend to find some milk.

Simon walks over near me, “How's your foot?” He looks down, while he leans on the other fridge door.

I clear my throat. “Better. Cooper put ice on it last night.”

“Yeah. I saw it all.” He barely says