Digger was so used to getting up to go to work, that he actually forgot it was the weekend. He usually would have slapped the alarm clock but he'd panicked when it didn't go off. Then after halfway through his own morning ritual he'd realized it was Saturday.
Perfect morning to watch cartoons and eat a giant bowl of cereal. Like he used to do when he was five. He was on the couch (not particularly being a good host) when he saw his late night company drag herself from the bedroom like she had a rock holding her down. He'd completely forgotten she came to his door like some lost puppy friday night after he got home from the gym. Yes...he'd actually started going more, and he felt as much a zombie afterwards as she looked right now.
He didn't expect she'd still be there. He sat there on the couch with a mouthful of sugar-coated cereal and milk as he extended the bowl towards her. "Want some?" he asked though it came out muddled and sounded more like caveman speak than human.