Sami’s POV
Natalie is not a morning person. Today was no exception – Crysta waking up at six ‘o’clock and skipping down the stairs, me waking up an hour later to find breakfast on the table. I walked quietly back up the stairs at half past seven to hear Natalie’s alarm go off, and the thud of a pillow being thrown across the room at it. The kettle started to boil downstairs as I changed out of my pyjamas. I heard Crysta rattling about, and soon the smell of strong coffee floated up the stairs. Natalie’s door creaked open and she shuffled out of it, her arms stretched out, sniffing the air.
“Coffee…” she muttered, and fell down the stairs. She rolled down in a whirl of lilac pyjamas and brown hair, and crawled towards the kitchen. I followed her down in a more controlled way, and watched her shuffling along the hallway.
“Coffee…” she mumbled, sounding like a zombie. Crysta danced out in front of her and waved a cup under her nose.
“Coffee!” yelped Natalie, her blue eyes opening wide. She caught the mug and slurped at the rich, brown coffee. She downed it all in one go and continued to shuffle.
Four cups later, Natalie was finally awake, sitting at the table and munching a piece of toast, her eyes a little over-bright from the caffeine, a sixth cup steaming next to her plate.