Sunday morning I woke to my mom knocking on my door. I’m normally up at about 7 o’clock, but it was now past 8:30. “Melissa texted me, you’re not answering her and she needs you to call her.” “Ok, mom! Tell her in a few minutes.” I got up, used the bathroom and brushed my teeth, then called her. “What’s up?” “Sleepy head, when are you coming over?” I had forgotten I was going to take her out for breakfast. “Shit! I’m sorry, Melissa! I slept really late; give me an hour.” I grabbed some coffee from the coffee maker and...
