The bright early morning sun shown through the large bay window of the bedroom. The now familiar eggshell white walls were lit up with beams of light, causing colors of the rainbow to dance across the room. I sat up, groggy from the blissful sleep and gently moved from underneath a heavy arm. My naked body was met with cool air as the blankets slipped off of me and I pulled my satin robe across my limbs. Tying my hair up in a messy bun atop my head, I tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen where the cleanly stainless steel appliances waited to be used. Before I started, I scrolled through my phone and landed on the perfect song to make breakfast to.
"Why'all ready to get busy? (huh huh!)
Now, buttermilk biscuits here we go
Zip the flour roll the dough
Clap your hands and stomp your feet
Mo
