7
I awoke on Saturday morning to the surprising smell of cooking bacon and brewing coffee. I could hear Chloe lightly humming to herself in the kitchen. For a few minutes I laid in my bed staring at the ceiling.
My bedroom walls and ceiling were a pale off white, there were no pictures hung, and a plain brown dresser with a plain tan lamp sat against one wall. My bed, while comfortable, was covered in a brown comforter. The place could use some color. Maybe Chloe was right, maybe I had been in a rut. My gaze roamed around the drab room. How did someone get out of a rut, exactly? My life wasn’t bad, really. It just wasn’t anything special at all.
I couldn’t contemplate for too long, the smell of coffee was too inviting. I made my way to the kitchen to find Chloe sitting at the table sipp
