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Most mornings, I drag ass. It’s so hard for me to get out of bed, but on Sunday, I manage. I get up before my boyfriend and quietly slip into the kitchen. The morning light and the silence feels so comforting. I’m careful as I pull ingredients from the fridge. Not wanting to wake him before breakfast can be served.
However, no matter how careful I try to be, my clumsy hands slip as I pull the skillet from the cabinet—the loud crash echos as I freeze, trying not to make a follow-up sound. I listen carefully, but there are no sounds from the bedroom. Assuming he’s slept through the chaos, I continue.