6 30 a m
A yawn. Turns into a
White cloud
Sliding windows
6 32 a m
Black coffee. Red mug.
Feel the steamy brim
Circles
6 35 a m
Shaking hands with the standstill breeze
A sip of coffee
The first smile
6 39 a m
Lift the upturned blue bowl
An orange
Peeling off for the day
7 00 a m
Orange juice. Two sunny side ups
Toast couples
Break bread with a tinge of romance
Bon appetite!
Lovers should eat well. Always.
For the heart to grow fonder.
7 whatever a m
Another mug of black coffee
And the birds
Transcend logic and fly!
I simply stand, smile and think.
Weighed down by my intellect.
Even hearts can be level headed
The more one thinks
The more one gets pulled by gravity.
8 01 a m
Shit.
After half an hour of bull shitting
The next breakfast will be served at 9 30 a m.
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