Morning had already settled in properly by the time I opened my eyes.
I'd meant to be up earlier, had intended it, lying down the night before with the plan fully formed in my head. Wake up early, speak to Marlon before the others arrived, get moving. Instead my body had apparently decided that it had opinions about the schedule and had exercised them thoroughly. The light coming through the glass front of the shop was already past the thin quality of early morning and into something warmer and more committed.
I pushed myself upright, sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, and let my head catch up with the rest of me.
Right. Today was the day.
I got dressed quickly, doing up my shirt as I stepped out through the glass door into the morning air. The light hit me full in the face and I squinted against it, stronger than I'd expected.
