A Solitary Affair

No alarms, lying deep. Catching the last morning's dream. Water, caliente, opening the pores. Hot Earl Grey, coffee that bends a spoon. Citric hollandaise, spinach, asparagus. A sunshine of egg drooling over toast. A book, a bed, eyelids flickering. The inconceivable call of lunch. Sushi, nigiri, inari, izakaya. Pickled ginger, palette cleanser. Sticky, chewy, chocolate ice cream. A slow walk. Tiled arcades, bouncing sound. Old clothes, new clothes, books. Sunlight and shade sitting quietly. Another meal beckons. The oven glows expectant. Giving caramelised memories. A plate savoury and soft. And wine, wine, more wine. A slow recline in the comfy chair. A book, a breath, a day.