JUST DOING WHAT THE VOICES TELL ME
Each morning I get up before my husband. The coffee maker has a timer and is set to brew at 5:00 a.m. Half asleep, I pad out into the kitchen wearing my orange silk nightgown with a tan long sleeve sweater over it and heavy socks on my feet to protect me from the early morning chill. I pour a cup of... Sign in to see full entry.