Every Summer since I was just eight years old, I would fly out of boring ol' Michigan to my hometown, Kansas City. Most of the time, I would stay with my grandparents. This was my room, small and dark, but I loved it. Each morning I would wake up by the window with my cat, Willie, nestled beside me. I enjoyed these mornings, staring out onto the hill outside until my grandparents woke up.
Since I live so far away from school, I often wait for my classes to start at Cafe Nerman. I enjoy listening to the barista as they joke with each other, and I can never grow tired of the comforting smell of coffee.