in my place

i stumble from my room, limbs akimbo, hair swept across my face, skanky pjs managing to not fly up. anna and ashley are awake and chipper, moving around in the kitchen. anna looks at me and starts babbling.

"goooooooooooood morning!" she exclaims, her damp hair losing water.

i wave my hand in a dismissive gesture and head for the coffee maker. morning is good, but it only becomes very good when there's a steaming cup of dark, warm, caffeinated beverage in front of me.