Plucking Daisies

She hummed as she skipped down her steps and tightened her ponytail as she walked to the end of her driveway. Quiet sounds were still trapped in her throat as she checked her mail, and she glanced up and to the right out of habit. Looking for her neighbor. She even had her hand halfway raised in a wave before she realized he wasn't sitting on his front porch. Weird. He's always sitting on the porch first thing in the morning. She'll wave as she gets her mail, he'll wave back, and then he'll invite her over for coffee. She'll decline at first, he'll tell her that it's fresh, and she'll roll her eyes with a smile and walk next door. It's her morning ritual, and she doesn't like it when her morning ritual is disturbed.