She’d become a creature of habit.
Every morning three snoozes, 2 cups of coffee, and 1 long deep breadth before settling on her cushion.
Every evening a snifter of bourbon, a call to her mother, and kiss to the moon for the passing along.
Tomorrow, the moon won’t rise.
Whoa – didn’t expect the last line! Love it!
Moon won’t rise???!!! Oh, dear. What a surprise. 🙂