I turn to my right. A familiar face whose voice I faintly hear under the music appears. “Why is it that during the cold months, we are sleepier?” She asks.

I don’t have an answer for her. “I don’t know; I guess it’s just the weather.” She puts her coat on and asks if I want to get a coffee with her.

“No, thanks; I’m good. I have my tea.”

I grab the mug sitting in front of me, an empty gesture to communicate my contentment. Empty because it’s just lukewarm water and a single Splenda.