The next day, I wake up bright and early, rested and ready for my morning routine: shower, coffee, breakfast, write a few thousand words while my brain is fresh, quick break, more coffee, more writing.
It should be just me for a few hours. Except for yesterday, I don’t expect Wendy to suddenly become a morning person. She probably wrote until the wee hours of the night and won’t get up until noon or something. I don’t know how she does it. For me, it’s the opposite. I love to write first thing in the morning, while in the evening, my brain goes all fuzzy. I could never follow her schedule.
I hop off the bed and move into the attached bathroom to brush my teeth. I push a dollop of toothpaste on the brush and bring it to my mouth, but the moment the paste comes in contact with my teeth an
