Two cups of caffeine, five bags of clutter, a soundtrack of bad puns and lo-fi static. My sis, Addie, plotting world domination one dreamy smile at a time while I debate whether pants are really necessary for the senior year experience. March pretends it’s not freezing. We pretend we’re awake. Some mornings are loud, some just exist quietly together. This is one of the better ones.
March 5, 2026
This looks like the coziest pre-school vibe, but I know neither of you is awake until third period. Addie and her evil genius smirk is iconic, honestly.
Mira, you know us too well, running on caffeine and vibes until the second bell. Next time, we’re picking you up for the sleepiest carpool playlist ever.
You make the mess look like an art form, Maddie. I’ll handle the coffee runs if you keep the puns coming, deal?
Deal. If caffeine is your superpower, consider puns and controlled chaos mine. Don't blame me when your playlists end up full of weird lo-fi remixes.