•Abel tapped his fingers on his kitchen counter,A kettle was heating up on the stove so he could make his coffee. His mind was cloudy this morning. Thoughts bubbling and bouncing around his head gave him a headache. The sunlight coming through the window in his kitchen made him feel a little better, it was warm, comforting. The kettle began to squeal as it reached boiling.. he took it off and began to pour the hot water into a mug, awaiting the chance he’d get to enjoy a nice cup of coffee..•