I'm one of these people who get up in the morning and pad around in the dark. I don't turn on the lights. I know where everything is, so I just pad down the dark hall and into the dim kitchen (there is light there, from a lot of small sources). I make my coffee in the dark, and a bagel, if I am having one, pad into the library to sit at the computer for a few minutes, while I drink my first cup of coffee. Then I get up, pad back to the kitchen, pour my second coffee, and head down the dark hallway to the bathroom. I set down my cup on the stand at the side of the sink, and then I shower in the old clawfoot bathtub. Once I'm out, and towelled off, the lights come on. I can't deny it then. The day officially begins.
This morning was like the rest of them.
Except this morning I did toast a bagel. I grabbed the packet of cream cheese thinking "Tim must be eating bagels too," because the cream cheese was opened. I had just bought a new package thinking we were out at the same time I picked up the bagels.
Except that he hadn't. I figured it out when I took a bite of my bagel at the computer. I padded back out to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and threw the opened packet of cream cheese away, noting the new unopened packet of cream cheese on the top rack with the butter.
I could have toasted another bagel, I suppose, but the nasty taste of mold in my mouth had caused me to lose my appetite.