Personal Narrative: The Living Room Essay

The morning sun hits me through the windows and I force my eyes open only to see my beloved beside me. His pale face contains a pair of smiling eyes and saliva that’s coming out of the tip of his lips. I couldn’t resist but to place a gentle kiss on him while removing the sticky water off of him. Soon I slowly pull myself up in a sitting position next to him. Trying not to wake him up, I turn my head to the panda holding the clock that is showing 7:38 in the morning. I massage my sore arms as I move quietly out of the room. The bright sun lightens the living room as I close the room door behind me.

What a great start in the morning with the warm sun shining. I quickly washed my hands in the kitchen sink, which is right next to the living room. Then I start washing the rice to make morning porridge. His favorite. Right after I turn on the fire, I go to wash myself up. As I comb my hair I can’t decide whether to put it into a bond or a ponytail. After twenty minutes struggling with my hair, I give up. At the same moment, the sound of boiling porridge comes from the kitchen. In a fast yet quiet pace I rush out to the kitchen and turn off the stove, forgetting that my hair is still messy.

Carefully, I scoop out the porridge and set it on the table to cool down and then grab the rest of the Chinese dishes out of the refrigerator. Finally, breakfast is ready but the sleepy baby is yet to be awake Two more minutes until eight shown by the oven clock and nine is the time he needs to be out of the house. I walk pass the dining table and cross the living room, arriving at the room’s door. He was out late until midnight, and now I have to wake him up. I let out a small sigh. Twist the knob on the door and try to walk lightly to the bed. My little panda is still sleeping.

His recently dyed his hair blonde made him look as charming as ever in his sleep. “Darling! Time to wake up! ” moving his hair out of his face. He lets out a smirk with his still closed eyes. He quickly grabs my waist and pulls me onto the bed in a lying position with one hand. He opened his mouth to let out a warm breath and says “Good morning my lover. ” My lips widen to make a smile for him. He then uses the fingers on his other hand to rub open his eyes. As soon as he sees my round cheeks, he shows me his bright smile. “You must be tired. You even drool” I tease him. No I did not! ” he says, trying to show his dry fingers to me.

“Of course! I kissed it away” I say, embarrassed by my own words. He shoots me another smile. He hugs me into his broad chest to help me hide my embarrassed face. “I want to be like this with you forever” he whispers at me. I give his chest a small smile and said, “We can’t! I’m hungry! ” “Aw, but I want to sleep a little more. ” “Andree oppa! You are going to be late! Come on and I’ll feed you. Okay? ” He nods and pulls both of us up, still holding my waist. I escape while he stretches out his arm.

I quickly get off the bed and pull him by his arms toward the exit of the room. Once we exit the room, I went behind of him and push him into the bathroom to wash up. I try to escape again, but got caught and pulled back into the bathroom. “Help me” he said seductively. Too tired to argue, I obey what he says. “Say E! ” I said it as if he’s a kid. He obeys and shows his two rows of teeth. While brushing his teeth, he pulls me closer by the waist. I turn away to smile at his action and then continue whatI was doing. Few minutes later, he’s all done and ready for the porridge.

He gives me a small kiss as a reward as we sit down in our chairs. “Ah” he says as he motions to me with his finger, demanding that I feed him. I pick up the spoon and scoop some porridge, blowing at it. Few seconds later, I put it in front of his open mouth. “Ah, is still hot” he whines. “Really” I say. “If you don’t believe me take a bite yourself. ” I put the porridge into my mouth and close it. In a flash of second, he crashes his lips onto mine and my eyes widen as he suck out the porridge from my mouth. “Hey! ” I whine and immediately blush at his action.

“Now you can eat by yourself! ” I say. I love you,” he says apologetically and smirks as he uses the chopsticks to pick up the side dishes and place them into my bowl. I smile to signal forgiveness. Then I pick up the spoon and feed both of us porridge as he chooses the side dishes that go with every bite. In the end, we only finish one bowl of porridge because we wasted so much time feeding each other. It’s eight forty-five and he is still in his pajamas! I quickly point him in the direction of our room to go change while I clean up the table. Not long after, I hear his footsteps and turn to watch him walk out of the room in a grey suit and his tie undone.

I continue to wash the dishes until I feel two hands sneak up around my waist. I jump a little as he catches me. “Oppa you scared me” I say as I finish cleaning the last pair of chopsticks in the sink. “Sorry my scarily cat,” he says. I smirk at his apology and wipe my hand on the kitchen towel. I turn around still wrap in his arms. Before I attempt to hug him, he lifts me up easily onto the counter. Then he places his arms on my shoulders and his hands lock my neck from the back. Surprised by his action, he continues with a gentle kiss on my lips. I close my eyes to enjoy the simple lips touching.

It felt long until his phone rings to alarm the time to separate. He frowns as I smiles at him. “Aw, I don’t want to leave! I wish I can put you in my bag and take you to work with me” he says in disappointments. “Aw, too bad” I tease him and realize his loose tie. Still sitting on the counter, I pull him toward me to tie the black tie. He watches as I skillfully did the knot. “All done” I cheer. Instead of the expected thank you, he holds my chin with his two fingers and whispers, “I’m not done yet”. Like magnets, the two lips come together again.

He tries to enter for more, but I pull away regretfully. “Not now. Is time to go,” I pound my lips at him. “Aw” trying to win me over with his cuteness. I carefully jump off the counter and turn him toward the exit. His back becomes heavier as I try to push him to wear his shoes. After he slips into the shoes, he pecks my cheeks and whispers, “I’m going to come back for more,” I hold up my fist to my mouth to cover my embarrassing smile from him. “By the way are you trying to seduce me with your messy hair? ” He winks and wave on his way out. My heart still pounds crazily like the first time I meet him.