Dawn filtered through the window of Farro’s farmhouse, warming their face and making them crinkle their nose sleepily. Blinking their blurry eyes open, they squinted their mismatched eyes at the window, disappointed to already be awoken from their blissful slumber. But before they could get too despondent about it, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted to their nose. Mentally blessing their newest purchase of a coffee pot with a brew timer, they sleepily s...
