I finally began my accent from throne of the world of the slumbering. As I left my room I heard a shuffling noise like someone rubbing sand paper against a block of wood. It was my brother. His dark outline slowly grew nearer until we were face to face. We didn’t speak, we traded simple understanding nods and went separate ways. He to the kitchen and I to the shower. The  shower that was hot enough to finally give me that umph that I needed to get going, it was wonderful.