Packed Lunch

The door creaks gently as she walks in. It’s just as quiet as when she left for the kitchen maybe half an hour ago. She pads over to Luz’s bed and sits down on the edge of it, which creaks under her weight. Amity can feel the heat radiating from the covers, where Luz’s folded legs are touching her own. Her girlfriend's curls are sticking out at odd angles where her hand lays over her head. Her long dark lashes twitch, but her brow is relaxed. She seems much more at peace now, which makes this exceedingly difficult, but Amity places a hand on her shoulder nonetheless. She's nudges her gently.“Batata,” Luz stirs only very lightly. “Your mom made pancakes for you. Blueberry.” Luz gives an appreciative hum, voice still raspy from sleep.“My mom made them?” There’s a tilt to her words that Amity complies to sweetly, “Maybe I helped too.”OR: Luz has to go to school and it's hard. So Amity makes her breakfast and packs her lunch.