Frank knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep so he made his way downstairs. He flipped the light switch in the kitchen, the old lights flickering on. He opened the pantry and took out a packet of Starbucks ground coffee beans. He filled the coffee maker he and Jamia had received at their wedding with water from the sink and poured the packet into the filter. He glanced at the clock above the kitchen doorway. 3:46 AM. Minutes later, the coffee maker started producing hot, bitter coffee.
He walked into the living room. He picked up the remote and pushed down on the power button. He wished Jamia were here. Three minutes later, Frank heaved himself off of the couch and walked to the kitchen. He grabbed a mug off of the drying rack. Frank looked at the picture printed on it. Jamia was kissing his check as he smiled into the camera. He inhaled the scent of the coffee and poured the blackish brown coffee into the mug. Frank sat back down on the couch, pulling a blanket over his shoulders and back, he brought his knees up to his chest and sipped his coffee. The voices on the television faded to the back of his thoughts as he stared out of the bay window. He subconsciously sipped drank his coffee as he watched time pass outside. Slowly, the sky brightened, birds sang, and neighbors' sprinkler systems sputtered to life.
