The Scent of Breakfast Sunlight

It takes a while for milky corn flakes to turn mushy, I brews more coffee watch the sun prying apart the plastic blinds just with the power of its is muscular light. My black lab sticks a wet nose into my crotch. Now it’s trying to sniff my backside through the wicker seat of the chair tail wagging happily. By now the corn flakes are just right. Sunlight has come to rest upon a countertop. Content that his master is as smelly as ever the big dog relaxes on the cool kitchen floor.