Returning to school after having two weeks off was super hard. My body clock had adjusted to waking up later in the day, so when my alarm clock blasted at 6:45 am, pulling me from my deep, restful slumber, I cursed at the world. Dragging my ass out of bed, into the freezing, cold morning air, I slumped my way to the kitchen where I was surprised to find Bridget, showered, dressed, preparing breakfast for us both.
"Someone's keen to get back to school," I laughed as I began making my coffee. She handed me a plate of scrambled eggs and toast before taking her plate into the dining room adjacent to the kitchen. I eyed her attempt at cooking, cautiously poking the fluffy eggs with a fork to free the stray pieces of egg shell that she neglected to remove, other than that she had actually done
