Habit; 30

I get home from a job. Leaving my shoes by the door and shrugging my coat onto the couch, I shuffle to the bedroom.

It's early when I wake up, and it's dark (isn't it always darkest before sunrise?). I remember that I wanted tea earlier. So I make tea. Then I have tea.

It's very early still, though the sky is getting lighter.

The tea is very nice, and I wonder if I have any fruit in the house. I wonder when I last shopped for groceries. I cannot remember. I drink my tea, and the sun also rises.