Carlos gets up first, and showers first, every morning. I usually wake up, see the lights on under the bathroom door, hear the shower running, and know i can snooze a bit longer.
And I do; until Carlos comes out of the bathroom and makes his way in the dark to his nightstand and his glasses and watch. Then I wake up and order breakfast. I kid; I tell him what I'm having for breakfast. He only makes the Cafe con Leche.
But one morning last week, at the time Carlos is exiting the bathroom and coming for his glasses, I hear a loud thump and an "Oh shit."
"Are you okay?"
"I ran into the door frame."
"You can turn the light on."
"I didn't want to wake you."
"Oh, okay then. Thanks for the thump and the 'Oh shit.'"