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Fine. You can make the coffee.

  The screeching of tires filled the air, shattering the calm that had previously enveloped the house. An ear-piercing scream was next, rattling the windows. Sticky wetness splattered against her skin and clothes. 

This was probably the first time in her life she would ever be grateful she couldn’t see. It was the first time she wished she was deaf too, so she wouldn’t have to hear his nauseating scream-crying.


A gasp escaped her lips as she woke.

“Fuck…” she ran her fingers through her hair, sitting up, the silk blankets falling around her waist.

Breathing out, she lowered her hand back to the bed.

She swung her legs over the edge, slipping her feet into her slippers.

She entered the kitchen and maneuvered to the coffee pot, but when she went to grab the pot, her hand only grabbed air.

“Greg, you mother fucker!” 

“Whu- Yeah?” Greg’s confused voice sounded from the couch.

“Where is the coffee pot?”

“Oh shit.”

The rustling of jeans being put on while a grown man was trying to move from the living room to the kitchen filled the house as she tapped her fingers on the granite countertop.

“I was making coffee high last night and ended up just… not,” Greg laughed, and water could be heard turning on and falling into a glass pot.

“Alexa! What time is it,” The woman called to the living room.

“The time is 8:45 am. Have a good morning, Cece,” the robot responded.

Cece nodded, then turned to where she last heard Greg. “You didn’t move the coffee grounds too, did you?”

“Naw, dawg, it’s right here.” There was some shuffling, then the sound of the container tapping three times on the counter to the right of where the coffee maker was, right where it should be.

She nodded. “Once you have the pot filled, I’ll do the rest.”

“I can do it.”

“I know you can. But I can too.”

“But, you-”

“We’ve been over this, Greg. I’m blind, not helpless.”

“You look like you just got your toes licked by a ghost.”

“Wh-...”

“Did you have another nightmare?”

“Fine. You can make the coffee.” Cece turned on her heel and stomped over to the living room to plop down on the couch.
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