Friday Morning(s)

She woke up this morning with a unfamiliar sense of ease.  Scanning her mind for a reason why.  None.  The puke covered sheets from last night are still fermenting in the washer, the baby is still coughing (foretelling more puke covered sheets to come), and nothing especially good in her inbox(es).  But, the lightless is definitely there.  The OCD in her is muted.  She treads across shiny hardwood floor, races down the freshly vacuumed stairs, and leaves behind a trail of dirty socks, unmade beds, unwashed faces.  She waits for the OCD to scream out.  Nothing.  She goes straight for coffee.  Coffee is her reinforcement, to drown out whatever darkness may be brewing.