Smells like melted butterA pinch
Smells like melted butter
A pinch of cinnamon
The local newspaper headlines
Events that will only be known within a five-mile radius
Hesitant sunshine dipping into the kitchen
Lighting the room like no bulb can
A loud, easy yawn
No rush
No clock
Just my coffee that leaves the tongue a bit sandpaper-y
Just my oversized T-shirt and thinly worn socks
Just my morning
Just my lazy smile
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