It's 6:45 am. The room is silent. A dim auburn glow illuminates the sheer window covers as the Sun graces our day with his mighty presence. Then, I hear it, a scroll here, a tap there. I look over my shoulder and see a blue glow behind the outlining curves of the woman lying next to me. She is surfing the web and scanning the morning news. With her back facing me, she checks Facebook from beyond the rolls of the comforter.
I roll out of bed and head to the bathroom. Upon return, the blue glow still illuminates so I continue on to the kitchen for a glass of water.
As the day unfolds I sit at my computer, start it up, and await the log in screen. As it pro...