It was a cold, dark kind of morning, only it wasn't cold and it certainly wasn't dark. Grumbling, I crawled off the couch and staggered to the shower, grabbing my toothbrush on the way. I had taken to brushing while showering opposed to cleaning drool out of the sink. It was a perverse habit that I had no intention of stopping anytime soon
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