Junkyard 3 week 2

My roommate rolls out of bed and starts a cup of keurig coffee before she opens her eyes. Standing at the four shelves acting as a pantry, she parses through two bags of ramen and a roll of bagels, looking for mold. She disappears for a moment, comes back in a bathrobe and pours her coffee from the M hand wash only mug that I accidentally put in the dishwasher last Christmas into the owl mug she keeps on her desk. Outside, some kind of bird starts chirping and the pregnant cat from down the street parks herself at our front door. A squirrel crawls down a tree limb that hangs onto our back porch and she spends the next fifteen minutes in a staring contest. My roommate won.