On Helpfulness

I sleep late, but she rises with the sun
Stumbles across the floor, rustles loudly
Forgets to be careful closing the door
Asks whether she’s awakened me.
The aroma of coffee wafts through the air.
“Shall I bring you a cup before I go,
Or will you get it yourself?”
“You’re so good to me” I say.

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