Morning. “Morning,” Darakin replied. “Mornin’,” Nora murmured without moving. “How about I go make us some coffee?” Darakin offered. “Mm, sounds heavenly.” Nora snuggled deeper into the blankets. Darakin made his way to the kitchen and stared at the coffee maker, trying to recall Nora’s instructions regarding the little machine. Back in the bedroom, Nora thought about how wonderful this day seemed already. There were no crashes, thumps or smoke alarms to awaken her, the purring of the cat was very soothing and Darakin was making her coffee. She smiled for a minute before jumping up, fully awake. Oh, sweet Jaysus! Darakin is trying to make coffee! That thought was followed by I can’t afford a new pot and he’ll probably electrocute himself. She leapt out of bed sending Mrowley flying and ran to the kitchen. There was Darakin, pot in hand pushing buttons on the automatic coffee maker in hopes that something would provide a clue as to how to get it started. “That’s okay,”
