On the Way to Work

It is morning. As I spoon scrambled eggs inside the senses are still soggy with sleep. As I saunter down the slope, a breeze sweeps the hairs on my skin to standing and I stretch and consider a sweater. On the street where the foot of the slope meets reality, cars and buses flash past... At the corner of my desk in a clear glass jar, the makings of a coffee stand. Nearby, a screen glows blue and the computer begins to hum.

3 days more.