Elena
Mike and I have found a rhythm that works. Every school day, I try to wake up at 6:30 in the morning, and I'm met by Mike at our front door an hour later with a coffee to go in his hand. He's figured out that I don't really come to life in the mornings without coffee, so he put it on himself to make sure that I have my cup of coffee every morning. He wants to be the one to do it, just in case I ever oversleep from our late-night phone conversations and cannot make the dark, hot nectar of delight myself.
How he is unable to ever oversleep - I'll never know.
Even though I have a car, I have no job. With Mike offering to drive me, I don't have to worry too much about gas. A job would be nice though, just to have some of my own spending money. Dad works so hard for what he makes; I
