Sorry Did I Wake You
I want a malted milk.
Would it be mean to wake up my husband?
He could also make me a little ham and cheese omelet.
He cooks better than I ever did.
I debate for a few minutes.
Knowing it is a mean thing to do.
But wanting that malted milk.
I have tried to make them, mine are flat.
His are sweet and rich.
I begin making a bunch of noise in the kitchen.
Patter. Patter. Here he comes with the dogs.
Oh, sorry, I lie. Did I wake you?
What do you want? He asks. Coffee?
He makes better coffee than I do too.
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