I was eating breakfast when Bridget walked into the dinning room and slumped down in the seat across from me, she had heavy bags under her eyes like she hadn't gotten much sleep last night. I handed her a piece of toast that I had smeared peanut butter on and she grunted out a thank you as she bit into it. I got up to make us more and returned to find her sipping on my coffee, screwing her face up with each intake.
"Trying something new?" I asked her, hiding my smirk behind my hand, My Bridget is addicted to caffeine, but this Bridget can't even handle more than a mouthful.
"I was hoping it might help me wake up, I couldn't sleep last night; I just tossed and turned, finally fell asleep around 3 am and then my alarm went off at 7, " she complains, taking another sip.
"Why couldn't you s
