Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep, you hear the 6:45 alarm go off. You stretch a little, roll over in bed. Daisy in the next room on the couch; you know she mirroring your actions. Her nails click against the cement floor as she jumps off the couch and walks over to the side of the bed. She lets out a little sigh as she stretches and paws at the mosquito net. ‘It’s cuddle time,’ she’s saying, ‘Let me up on the bed.’
You reach your arm around and pull some of the net out of the bed frame; just enough so that Daisy has room to jump up. She steps over you, curling up so her back it up against your belly. You both drift back to sleep.
Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep, the 7:30 alarm, now it’s time to get up. Daisy stretch out first, scooching herself up so her head is resting on the pillow beside yours. She rolls and sighs. Morning dog breath is your limit. “I’m getting up,” you tell her, pushing off the blanket and swinging your legs over the side of the bed. You’re startled when your toes touch something furry.
“Meow, meo.” The fog clears from in front of your eyes and you see Tulip, sitting, looking up at you.
“If you’re not careful I’m going to step on you one of these days,” you warn, grabbing the empty mug wedged between the mattress and the wall in one hand and your phone in the other. You walk out of the small bedroom, through the narrow doorway into the common room. You empty your hands onto the table and make your way to the back room, pulling aside the curtains on the windows as you go. The back room is still dark, but you know where everything is.
You open the nozzle on the water bag hanging from the ceiling poles and let fresh water run in to a small black basin. Using your hands, you splash the cool water on your face, then apply some face wash, and rinse in the same manner. A towel hangs on the curtain rod and you use it to dry your hands and face. You grab your tooth brush from as cup sitting on a chest high shelf, used to hold your toiletries and tools. While you brush, you fill a cup with clean water from the filter in the common room. After rinsing you slip in to the cloths you left hanging on the curtain rod the day before.
You make your way back into the common room. Tulip is sitting on his food bin grooming his paws. He’s hungry, but he can wait till Daisy gets up too, you think to yourself. At the kitchen bench you start the process of making coffee. The coffee is in the green plastic basket, on the shelf below the countertop of the kitchen bench. You grab it, unscrew the top of the espresso maker, fill the lower chamber with water from the filter, pour grounds into the grate and screw the top back on. You pump air into a bright red fuel container and attach it to your MSR Dragonfly backpack stove. Carefully you open the fuel line valve, and the faint smell of gasoline wafts up. When the smell seem strong enough, you close the fuel line, light a match and move it ever closer to the stove until the gas catches with a POP.
While the stove heats up, you take a green plastic bowl from off the shelf over the bedroom doorway. To it you add oatmeal, raisins, cinnamon, peanut butter and water, kept hot in your thermos brand thermos from the night before. Quickly you stir it up and set it to the side, refocusing your attention on the stove. Reopening the fuel line allows the gas to catch, burning with an even blue flame. Atop the burner you set an old lid to a giant can of dog food, then balance the espresso maker atop it.
Daisy rustles the blankets in the bedroom. Is she going to get up? You ask yourself.
When it’s not followed by the click of her nails hitting the cement floor you think, not yet.
Over at the table you touch the screen of your phone, bringing it back to life. You re-enable the network and leave it to sit and catch up with morning. Meanwhile, you bring your stainless steel mug back to the kitchen bench. To it you add some powdered milk and hot water. You turn the flame up on the stove.
A plastic bag is heard crackling behind you. When you turn, you see Tulip pouncing on the bag you keep all your extra bags in. The sound is enough to make Daisy think you are reaching into her food bag. She Click Clicks on to the floor, stretches and comes in the common room, her tail wagging, ready to greet you for the day.
Now that Daisy’s risen, Tulip gets extra excite, bouncing between the bloated bag of bags, Daisy and his food bin.
“Alright, alright,” you tell them, as Daisy paws at your legs. “I’m coming, hold on.”
You fill Daisy’s stainless steel dog bowl with heart shape, chicken flavored kibbles from a giant, red plastic bin. When you replace the bowl on the floor, Tulip attempts to get to it first, but is distracted by the sound of the doves flying on to the roof, cooing to one another. Your take his little blue plastic food bowl off the cat shelf and fill it with star shaped, liver flavored kibbles from a clear plastic bin. Tulip climbs the branch to his cat shelf, antsy with anticipation. As the animals eat you prop open the front door, allowing in more light.
The house fills with the scent of coffee. Returning to the kitchen bench you turn up the flame on the stove then shut the fuel valve. The flame sputters out. Carefully you pour the coffee into the milk. When it’s finished you take up the black handle of the coffee mug in one hand, and your green plastic bowl filled with tender oats in the other. At the table you set them down near a dinning chair, covered with a red cushion. You take your seat and look out the window, to see the sun coming up over the tree tops.