I am asleep a minute after.
I wakeup at 6:14 a.m.
I do not know I have woken up at 6:14 until I look at the clock on her side of the bed.
6:14 is the time she said she made coffee at the cabin. I had thought it was a thing she said because she was performing.
The time the clock says is 6:14.
She is in the kitchen.
I can hear the Chemex.
I lie in her bed, and I listen to her grind beans in a kitchen sixty feet from me.
I get out of bed.
I find my pants. I find the t-shirt I had on under my shirt yesterday. I do not find my shirt. The shirt can stay where it is.
I go to the kitchen.
She is at the counter. She is in the t-shirt I had on yesterday. The t-shirt is too big on her. The t-shirt is the only thing she is wearing.
She is pouring water through the Chemex.
She does not turn around when I walk in.
"You said 6:14."
"I said 6:14."
"I did not believe you."
"You should believe me about coffee."
"I should believe you about everything."
She turns.
She is smiling.
I cross to her.
I take her face in my hands.
I kiss her.
She kisses me back.
The Chemex keeps pouring behind her.
After a second, she breaks the kiss.
"The coffee."
"The coffee can wait."
"The coffee cannot wait. I have rules about the coffee."
