this morning #203.

this morning, the psychological merits of a solid breakfast sandwich were on full display. we’re talking about spinach-laced eggs as fluffily comforting as pillow puppies. the nostalgia of ripe greenhouse green tomatoes sliced thin & the soothing meltiness of plump pork belly sliced thick. the everything bagel that held the dream together was everything. if she was a shitty blogger, she’d describe this first meal of the day as “orgasmic.” that wasn’t her style though. she was perfectly content sitting solo in the nook, consuming her coffee & her culinary work of art. whatever happened at that moment was between her & her sandwich.