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We went through the motions of the nighttime routine. I sat in sour contemplation of my adventures from the last few days. Hell, from the last year honestly. I stirred little, my frame still lacking the ability to lose it tension, and my mind jumping from one event to the next trying in earnest to remember every minute detail of what all had transpired to lead me to this particular point in space and time. How I wound up in this basement with these people. This new adopted family we had all come to be familiar with.
Meanwhile, the parents readied the kids for bed. Trina always had liked to be a part of the children's bedtime routine, but today, with our newest addition to the group Em, she seemed even more invested than usual. The others, the non-parents aside from myself and Trina, were up to their predictable ways. Reading or solving word puzzles out of books from the library. Mick was drafting up his workout for tomorrow. His regiment was disciplined and well documented. He'd been trained from a young age to keep record of his reps and sets and to have a plan of what the next challenge would be. A goal to strive for to make the work worth its while.
Realizing my lack of activity in comparison to the rest I forced my thoughts away from the past. The coffee that I'd managed to find in the grocery store looked tempting. Typically we'd brew a limited amount in the morning and stick mostly to water the rest of the day. But I decided without any consultation that I was creating an exception to that rule given the circumstances.
The smell of the dark roast drew attention. The rest of the coffee drinkers in the group took note and readied their mugs. No one questioned my decision, besides Mick that is. Mick didn't even drink coffee. Claimed he never has. But for some reason he thought it necessary to point out to us all that caffeine at this time of night was a virtual waste of resources.
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