6 o'clock can be a very calm and peaceful time. The sun is just starting to warm the air and the birds are doing their best to greet the day with a grand symphony of sound. While everyone else is dragging themselves out of bed and starting their coffee pots, I am silently passing through their gardens, tip toeing up their front steps and carefully placing the morning paper on the door. While the rest of the world is jumping in the shower, I am sweating and out of breath from carrying 100 papers. As the small shops on main street are opening for the day, I am headed home to strip myself of the sweatpants and t-shirt which are clinging to me. My hair is matted under my baseball cap and my big toe is always swollen inside my hand-me-down sneakers. My house is filled with warm glowing lights and the smell of turkey bacon, scrambled eggs and coffee meet me before I even reach the back porch. The neighbor is climbing into her sleek black car, with her matching brief case and shining black shoes, she smells like Halley Barry. My husband , my wonderful "housewife" has my breakfast ready and my coffee mixed perfectly, Autumn giggles and screeches with laughter when I enter, she must think I look funny in my paper-boy outfit. This is the beginning of my day...