I'll Do Better #34
Finger On The Pulse
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I couldn’t be happier when I woke up in Emily’s bed the next day with her as my little spoon. She’d organized a late start for her usual Bean Cafe rounds so we could enjoy breakfast together after I trained in the gym that stretched the entire bottom floor of her apartment building.
The previous evening, my brother took Toby and my car to our parents’ home. He was having dinner and staying for a few nights with them to share the great news that he was leaving the oil and gas industry and taking a new direction in life.
While we were seated at her dining table eating breakfast, my girlfriend poured coffee from a cafetière. I had zoned out, feeling reflective, as I toyed with the mildly unappealing cheesy scrambled egg croissant, an experimental breakfast pastry Emily was considering adding to her menu. A large porcelain cup of cappuccino slid in front of my nose, dragging my attention back to the present.