My fingers brush the handle of her door The bright coloured lettering, my usual morning read. Then I remember she's at Grandma's. My fingers slip away again. Coffee in peace. Unusual. The threat of the buzz of the coffee machine neutralised for just one morning. Pad of feet, adult in nature come down the hallway. I hear you stop in the doorway, creeping up on me perhaps. The
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