The Prospect of Breakfast

Mr. Coffee’s clock glows, its digits thin red lines like a doomsday clock. 5:59 AM. Morning light filters through the colorful fabric of the kitchen curtains. Homemade. It’s a comfortable 68 degrees. Just right for a perfect June day. The sprinklers are on rain delay due to last night’s shower. The outside air is freshContinue reading “The Prospect of Breakfast”