this morning #2032.

this morning, after shoveling a couple spoonfuls of cereal into his maw, he paused. stopped chewing & put down his spoon. sprinted to the sink. spit out what was left in his mouth. gagged a couple times. drank water right from the faucet in an attempt to wash away the taste. rotten milk. it was perfectly fine yesterday. must’ve turned overnight. if his nose wasn’t so stuffed up by this bug that’s been going around, he would’ve noticed prior to putting the spoon in his mouth. a soiled blanket thrown over his appetite. breakfast ruined. weight in his stomach. film on his tongue. at night, though he’d brushed his teeth twice, drank a few cups of coffee & powered through a burrito at lunch, the memory of sour milk lingered.