Don't Talk to Me Until I've Had My First Cup

My stepfather used to tell me not to talk to him in the mornings until he’d had his first and possibly second cup of coffee. Based on the size of his coffee cup that usually could take a while.

I’ve noticed that Troy takes a while to wake up in the mornings. He’ll open his eyes to slits, yawn, stretch his arms above his head, twist his body while stretching his legs straight out, and then finally open his eyes all the way. He’ll just kind of lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to decide if it’s worth it or if he should just go back to sleep. I laugh because I find myself doing that same thing every morning too.

If I try to talk to him, he just stares at me with an expressionless look on his face, and I imagine him saying those same words my stepfather said every morning. “Don’t talk to me until I’ve had my first and possibly my second bottle.”