I can feel it in my jaw.

I check the front door to see if UPS happened to have come by after fell asleep. Nothing. No coffee.

The cappuccino just isn’t doing it.

“She’s wrong,” I say. “These donuts are delicious.”

I missed it. Oh, Google maps.

But really, the cutest baby.

I can tell by the way she’s talking she’s young and not very experienced.

Shut down again. But we knew it was coming.

Fear.

Grinding.