Morning Coffee
Julie
~Julie
In my dream, I’m floating somewhere soft and far away. And then—bang—the calm shatters, replaced by a loud, insistent pounding. Someone is knocking on a door, and it sounds like they’re one bang away from kicking it down. I bury my face deeper into my pillow, hoping the noise will stop. But it doesn’t.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Groaning, I open my eyes and squint at the clock on my nightstand. 4:47 a.m. It’s basically the middle of the night. Who in their right mind is awake at this hour?
I drag myself out of bed and stumble to the door, throwing it open. And there, in all his early morning glory, stands Luke.
“Morning, Julie,” he says.