My alarm went off at eight am, only an hour earlier than normal, but it felt like more. Today’s agenda pulled me out of bed, along with the beeping sound down the hallway. I loved the delayed brew setting on the coffee maker and wandered toward the kitchen as the smell grew. The rich scent perked my senses, but only a cup-of-joe would fully awaken me. First thing first, I put creamer and a dash of sugar into a to-go mug, just the way Megan liked it. Then I grabbed a second mug for myself, just black, and two blueberry muffins.
Megan, being an early bird, was awake and sitting in bed with phone in hand. She eyed me when I handed the tray with a blueberry muffin and the coffee. I flashed my best smile.
“What do you want?” Megan asked.
I sat at the edge of her bed. “Hear me out,” I started
