Jenessa's POV:
I woke up to the smell of the rich aroma of coffee wafting through the air. It wrapped around me like a warm blanket, pulling me from the depths of slumber. I stretched, feeling the cool sheets against my skin, reluctant to leave the comfort of my bed. But the promise of that first cup beckoned me.
I swung my legs over the side, my feet meeting the soft rug beneath. The house was quiet, save for the gentle bubbling of the coffee maker in the kitchen. Each gurgle seemed to call out, urging me to hurry.
"Good morning darling," grandma greeted me. She was by the stove scrambling eggs. I smiled, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I shuffled into the kitchen. The sight of grandma bustling about, her silver hair twisted into a messy bun, filled me with warmth. The kitchen was he
