Usually I sleep in, at least past the time that Oliver gets up to greet the dawn, or whatever it is early birds do. Sometimes, however, I wake up and there is nothing I can do to make my traitorous body go back to sleep. For a moment I consider waking Oliver, rousing him slowly with my mouth or my hands, but he looks so peaceful and I have to pee anyway.
After relieving myself, I go downstairs to make some coffee. Still sleep addled and foggy, I nearly panic when I see myself sleeping on the sofa, but I quickly remember that we have guests. It’s probably creepy, but I take a quick peek at Jamie and Eddie curled up together. Jamie had a tough night, and I’m glad he could find solace here with the person who calms him most.
As quietly as I can, I make a pot of coffee with enough left over for everyone to have some once they get up. There really isn’t anything I can do down here without waking anyone up, so I grab a book I’ve been reading off of my piano bench and head outside. It’s a chilly morning but there are blankets on the loveseat on the patio to curl up in, and coffee to keep me warm. Greeting the dawn is rather nice, I decide while watching the colors play off of the lake in the distance. Not nice enough to willingly get up this early all the time, but good for a rare treat.
Eventually I get lost in my book and by the time Jamie slips out onto the patio, the gray morning sky has shifted to a pale blue. I look up at him with a smile and slip my bookmark into the book to keep my place before letting it fall closed in my lap.
“Hey, morning,” I reply. “You want some coffee? There’s a fresh pot on the kitchen.” I don’t even know if Jamie drinks coffee, but it would be rude not to offer.
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After relieving myself, I go downstairs to make some coffee. Still sleep addled and foggy, I nearly panic when I see myself sleeping on the sofa, but I quickly remember that we have guests. It’s probably creepy, but I take a quick peek at Jamie and Eddie curled up together. Jamie had a tough night, and I’m glad he could find solace here with the person who calms him most.
As quietly as I can, I make a pot of coffee with enough left over for everyone to have some once they get up. There really isn’t anything I can do down here without waking anyone up, so I grab a book I’ve been reading off of my piano bench and head outside. It’s a chilly morning but there are blankets on the loveseat on the patio to curl up in, and coffee to keep me warm. Greeting the dawn is rather nice, I decide while watching the colors play off of the lake in the distance. Not nice enough to willingly get up this early all the time, but good for a rare treat.
Eventually I get lost in my book and by the time Jamie slips out onto the patio, the gray morning sky has shifted to a pale blue. I look up at him with a smile and slip my bookmark into the book to keep my place before letting it fall closed in my lap.
“Hey, morning,” I reply. “You want some coffee? There’s a fresh pot on the kitchen.” I don’t even know if Jamie drinks coffee, but it would be rude not to offer.