I stumbled blearily into the kitchen, rubbing my eyes, making myself a cup of morning energy with the Keurig. I probably didn’t need the coffee today- it was a Saturday and I had no intentions of getting out of the house- but I still wanted the coffee. As I took a sip I heard the footsteps of my roomie, Katie.
“Morning Lilly.” Katie said, stretching. Instead of verbalizing a response I just nodded and raised my mug in her general direction. It was too early for words. She made her way over to me so that she could also use the Keurig. The Keurig was our own little meeting spot every morning. She bumped into me playfully as she waited on her mug to fill.
