Redux:

Today I was tracing the rings your coffee mug left on the window ledge. I used to tell you not to set it there, that the landlord would be pissed when I moved out. But you had to have your morning coffee or you wouldn’t wake up.

Some days I think I hear the timer start, and smell it begin to brew. But then I wake all the way up, and remember.

I wonder; when does memory begin to fade? Is it when my window ledge is white again? Perhaps, but I can’t bring myself to bleach the rings.