I shuffle down the stairs in a sleepy haze. The house is dark. The sun hasn’t risen yet, and neither have Maddie or Katie. The night light in the kitchen throws a warm glow over the room. It’s chilly in the house, making me want to crawl back into bed and snuggle once again under the warmth of my blanket.
I press a button and the coffee machine whirs to life. It’s not a long wiait, but it feels like hours. Finally! A steaming mug of coffee!
I carry the warm mug in both hands as I begin my morning routine. It’s never farther than an arm’s reach away as a fix my hair, pack my lunch.
The house begins to fill with light and warmth. My coffee is almost gone. And so, too, are my last remaining moments of quiet and solitude. My day is about to begin, and I will be a mom, a teacher, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend. But for now, with my coffee, I’m just… me.