This is a good coffee machine. The coffee"s ready in no time. A spoonful of sugar, stir and it"s ready. I take a sip, hoping it"ll wake me up, but I"m not so sure... I"m so rested, drowsiness is not my biggest problem right now. Oh, no...
I take the two cups and head for the living room. I pause in the doorway watching the form in front of the window, resembling a pile of spasms, lit by the white light streaming in. How can she twist herself out like that into a bridge? Tilting my head to the side, I simply stare at her. She"s right about the yoga, but I would never be able to do this... This is, to put it mildly, f*****g high level.
Holding it for a little while longer, I hear her breathing quietly and deeply, and then she lowers and sighs. Sitting up quietly, she tosses back her glossy
