I awake to an overcast sky: grayish light washing through the slightly parted drapes. Icy white primer coats the walls. She is already awake and I hear a rustling in the kitchen; the sliding of drawers and the opening and closing of cabinet doors. Soon after, the scents of coffee and toasting bread creep into the room, and I hear something being whisked in a bowl. I rise from the mattress, my back aching, my knees and ankles sorely fighting gravity. I part the drapes further and stare out into the courtyard. Rain is falling in large drops, and the trees down below are dancing in unison to a steady, violent wind.