She walks to the counter by the window, her wool slippers creating a static charge on the carpet, and takes a mug out of the cupboard. She picks up the nearby sugar jar and measures out two even teaspoons into the cup. Miranda grabs the coffee pot from the machine, the glass scraping against the burner and the liquid sloshing inside, and pours it into the mug. She stirs it all together and takes a sip, the hot coffee burning her tongue.
She stares out the window enjoying the view of her street this time of year. The trees have gone from their deep shades of green to a romantic mix of red, yellow, and orange. The wind rattles the branches, shaking loose the dead leaves and sweeping them down the street. Halloween is only a few days away and Miranda admires the decorations of the nearby homes. While it’s never been her favourite holiday, Miranda can’t help but feel sad she’ll be missing it this year. She always enjoyed seeing the kids in their costumes, their plastic pumpkin buckets heavy with candy.
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