Darkness above and around as you stare at the ceiling. Clearly it is not morning yet, though you are awake. You reach over to tap on your phone and see that you only slept for a few hours, it was almost one when you stopped watching your show on your phone. Squinting at the light the you read it twice and internally groan.
3:27A.M.
As the screen begins to dim you turn your head and look beside you, the lump of comforter moderately showing a humanoid shape with your wife's head jutted out upon a pillow. Her back is to you but you still smile regardless, watching her rhythmic breathing move her fabric cocoon.
Knowing that her alarm will go off soon you decide to get up and start the coffee. It isn't often that you wake up before her, so you feel thee need to do something. After all somehow you are now a stay at home dad.
Water in the pot, scooping grounds into the filter you laugh a little to yourself as you think about how you are just over 27, but you have seen the world rocked and changed. When you were a child cassettes were still a thing, CDs made their entrance in your earlier memories. Your mother stayed home while your father worked in the heat at work. Now here you are, scrolling through YouTube on a Cellphone, waiting for the coffee maker the wrap up so your wife can go to work as you stay home with three kids... That's depressing.
Several minutes later you hear the BeepBeepBeep of the coffee pot signaling it's ready, almost immediately after your wife's alarm starts to chime in the room. Standing up to head from the table to the kitchen you set your phone down, then down you go.
FUCK
Your dog apparently was laying down beside your seat and you never noticed, now he is up and bouncing around on the wooden floor. Quickly your hands find his shoulders attempting to settle him down before he wakes the kids, "Shhh, chill out man. Stop with the... No... Damnit come on your going to wake the whole house."
"What are you doing up?" Your wife asked, bleary eyes over high cheek bones squinting at you in the light of the kitchen. Her dark hair messily laying about over her shoulders in contrast to her pale skin.
"Couldn't sleep, figured I would make you coffee when you got up, would have brought it to you if Dingus here didn't get in my way." You say, standing over the Labrador scratching his belly with the bottom of your foot so he somewhat lays still.
"Uh-huh." Is all you get as a reply before she turns and heads back down the hallway to get dressed for work.