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The phone rang at 6:40 this morning. I flailed from within my tangle of blankets to answer it. mcee was on the other end.

"I'm in the lobby! I have coffee! Can I come up?"

Of course, I buzzed her in. I could never turn away someone bearing coffee.¹ I stumbled out of bed to the front door and, when I had my hand on the lock, it occurred to me that I may have dreamed the entire conversation. It has, in fact, happened before. I fairly frequently dream that someone has brought me coffee in bed, only to wake up and find myself both someone- and coffee-less. So very disappointing.

As it turns out, the call did actually happen, there was, indeed, coffee, and now mcee is fast asleep on my couch. I am tidying around her. When I get through tidying and laundry and the other assorted Sunday morning things, we're going to go have lunch.

Mmm, coffee.


¹ dear serial killers -- plz forget the previous statement -- love, d_v_8