I only get a few hours of sleep before my alarm goes off and it’s time for me to get ready for my shift.
I manage to shower, dress and leave the house without disturbing Ben, who sleeps like a log. I’m thankful that he’s dead to the world, because if I bumped into him, I know he’d be able to tell something was up thanks to the goofy grin I can’t seem to wipe off my face.
I’m in the best mood I’ve been in since I can remember, and the adrenaline and general happiness carry me through the first few hours of my shift better than all the espresso in the world.
“Did you have some amphetamine with your Cheerios this morning? It’s like you’re the Blur,” Sharon says around eleven, just after I’ve finished bussing my tables and hers.
“Ha. No, I just got a really good night’s sleep last night
