Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

that faded quickly into the high ceilings of the hallway. Clara went to answer it, her soft-soled shoes squeaking slightly on the polished oak floorboards.

I picked up my pen and aligned it parallel to the edge of the black notebook. The columns of figures inside were dry and clear, representing six weeks of my life measured in millimeters continue reading …