His Early Morning Routine (Apr 24, 2021)
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bluetigerpinkbunnyTitle: His Early Morning Routine
Author/Team: kira/ Team Rainbow Fish
Fandom/Original: (Fandom Name or Original): Original
Rating: G
Triggers: none
Summary: Bernd wakes up early to go muck out the stable…
ConCrit: (Y/N): No, but general comments are welcome.
Prompts: Early morning wake up
Author’s note: Please note this is unbetaed and any mistakes therein are my own.
Bernd reached over and fumbled around on the bedside table for his phone. Grabbing it, he winced when it lit up at his touch. Cracking an eye open, he found the alarm and turned it off. Bernd yawned and got out of bed. He shuffled to the bathroom, emptied his bladder, washed up, and brushed his teeth, before heading back to his room.
He rooted around in the dark for his jeans and a thermal undershirt. Pulling his pajama top off, he shivered and shrugged into the thermal undershirt. The fabric felt cold against his skin. Teeth chattering, he swapped his pajama bottoms for his equally cold-feeling jeans. Gathering his pajamas, he dropped them in the hamper and left the warmth of his room.
Bernd padded downstairs to the kitchen. He made himself a cup of coffee by the soft glow of the under cabinet lights. He savored the warmth that flooded his system as he drank. When he was finished, he rinsed the mug and left it on the counter. Bernd would use it again when he came back in to have breakfast.
A quick trip to the downstairs bathroom and he was ready to head out to the stable to muck out Blitzkrieg’s stall. He had been getting up every day at 5:30 in the morning, no matter what, ever since his father got him the big black Frisian when he was twelve. Now sixteen and in high school, as much as he wanted to sleep in, especially since it was Saturday, he still got up to drag his sorry butt out to the stable.
Bernd walked into the mudroom and sat down on the bench. He reached under it for his wellies and pulled them on. Getting up, he spotted the flannel shirt he liked to wear when mucking out the stall and shrugged into it. He also reached for his work jacket and pulled that on and his hat. Grabbing a flashlight, he opened the back door and stepped outside. Looking up, Bernd gazed up at the stars, before switching on his flashlight. He quickly made his way across the yard to the stable as it felt cold enough to snow, and besides, it was warm inside. Plus the quicker he got to work, the quicker he could go back to bed.
Author/Team: kira/ Team Rainbow Fish
Fandom/Original: (Fandom Name or Original): Original
Rating: G
Triggers: none
Summary: Bernd wakes up early to go muck out the stable…
ConCrit: (Y/N): No, but general comments are welcome.
Prompts: Early morning wake up
Author’s note: Please note this is unbetaed and any mistakes therein are my own.
Bernd reached over and fumbled around on the bedside table for his phone. Grabbing it, he winced when it lit up at his touch. Cracking an eye open, he found the alarm and turned it off. Bernd yawned and got out of bed. He shuffled to the bathroom, emptied his bladder, washed up, and brushed his teeth, before heading back to his room.
He rooted around in the dark for his jeans and a thermal undershirt. Pulling his pajama top off, he shivered and shrugged into the thermal undershirt. The fabric felt cold against his skin. Teeth chattering, he swapped his pajama bottoms for his equally cold-feeling jeans. Gathering his pajamas, he dropped them in the hamper and left the warmth of his room.
Bernd padded downstairs to the kitchen. He made himself a cup of coffee by the soft glow of the under cabinet lights. He savored the warmth that flooded his system as he drank. When he was finished, he rinsed the mug and left it on the counter. Bernd would use it again when he came back in to have breakfast.
A quick trip to the downstairs bathroom and he was ready to head out to the stable to muck out Blitzkrieg’s stall. He had been getting up every day at 5:30 in the morning, no matter what, ever since his father got him the big black Frisian when he was twelve. Now sixteen and in high school, as much as he wanted to sleep in, especially since it was Saturday, he still got up to drag his sorry butt out to the stable.
Bernd walked into the mudroom and sat down on the bench. He reached under it for his wellies and pulled them on. Getting up, he spotted the flannel shirt he liked to wear when mucking out the stall and shrugged into it. He also reached for his work jacket and pulled that on and his hat. Grabbing a flashlight, he opened the back door and stepped outside. Looking up, Bernd gazed up at the stars, before switching on his flashlight. He quickly made his way across the yard to the stable as it felt cold enough to snow, and besides, it was warm inside. Plus the quicker he got to work, the quicker he could go back to bed.
