Elizabeth Mace
Mrs. Harmon
Pre-AP English 10
14, October 2010

    My eyes drift open. I can smell the premium roast coffee brewing in the kitchen. I know she’s awake trying to let me sleep in a bit because she knows I’ve had a hard week and because my dad will be here soon to take me home. I push off the multicolored quilt and rest my feet on the light brown shag carpet. It feels soft under my feet so I make an effort to drag my feet as I walk. I open the door and jump as another is forced closed by the air. I guess I’ll never get used to that. I walk into the kitchen and sigh because unlike all the other rooms in the house the kitchen floor has a linoleum floor. She gives me a smile as I walk in and open the cupboard to find my usual white mug with green polka dots. I drop in the Nestle milk hot chocolate mix with water and stick it in the microwave. I sit waiting, tapping my foot anxiously, for the loud “BEEP, BEEP, BEEP” signaling that I can sit and enjoy this delicious treat. Finally the microwave is finished and I take out my mug and breath in the rich coco smell. I walk over to the window by the front door and sit in the plush baby pink chair across from my grandmother. Using it as a hand warmer, I cradle my mug and take small sips so I can make it last. I look out the window and see the cars passing by on Harrison, hearing the faint SHOOOOWSH as they pass by. Why my grandmother chose a house on Harrison Street I’ll never know but it’s ok because she has lived here for so long I can’t imagine her living anywhere else. As usual we sit in our chairs and she tells me stories and memories of my late grandfather and other members of our crazy, eccentric family as I drink my hot chocolate and she drinks her coffee.