Last night, I dreamt of coffee. Not just any ordinary coffee, but that rich, silky smell that you remember wafting through your bedroom door on a school morning when you were a kid. That was the signal that Mom was up, and in just a few minutes, if you didn't get moving, she'd yell from the kitchen, "Kids! Get up! We've gotta get going." That's when you'd heave a sigh, slowly peel back the comforter, stretch your toes and crinkle your eyes. If you were lucky, Joanelle would still be half asleep, so the light wouldn't get flipped on. If you were unlucky...well, Emily knows the rest of that story.
Anyway, that's the kind of dream I had. It was so amazingly real, I woke up, half expecting my cold to be complete gone, and Tanner to be hovering near the bed with a cup of coffee for me. He does that type of thing, you know. Imagine my disappointment when I opened my eyes, took a breath through my mouth since my nose isn't working, squinted into the darkness and realized that it was 3:00am. The only good thing about last night was that I was able to roll over and fall back asleep without too much of a problem.
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