Shhh...
(beep) (beep) (beep) Hurry, where is that button, I don't want to wake the house up. My first thought of the day is about how I inconvenience the others in the house. My wife lays sleeping next to me even though I would assume she heard. My daughter in the next room, sleeping, as indicated to me by the lack of a lit-up screen notifying me of her every move. I check the phone. The light of the screen pierces my eyes. An abrasion that my logical mind reminds me is bad for me. Nonetheless. Jeeze, she moves around so much. My thoughts as I look to the notifications stacked on my screen from throughout the night. I sit up on the side of the bed, say my prayers for the day and a brief thought enters my head of how if my wife did wake up, she would see me just sitting here, probably looking still asleep. Or, maybe she knows by now. As the feet hit the floor, the debate is over. I am up now. The thick carpet supports my sore feet. The muscles in the legs all get the...