It is 4:00 am and dark outside.
The streets are quiet.
My cat is sleeping nearby on her blanket, atop the book case. My gal, in the bed behind the closed door.
It is warm. The air is heavy in the house.
I am listening to the news, the voices are muffled over the low pitched noise of the humming fan, on the end table by my desk.
The coffee maker beeps, beeps, beeps…it is telling me that the warming plate below the pot is about to switch off.
I do not care for the sound of its alarms.