Three Cups To Be Nice
One cup of coffee.
Do I want breakfast?
Not yet. Second cup of coffee maybe.
I am still not pleasant.
I can feel my growly face.
I had better have a third cup.
If someone speaks to me
I might go off the deep end.
I am not ready to be sociable or nice yet.
My husband tiptoes in,
sees my face,
and turns back around.
He knows I am still in the “gnawing your legs off”
frame of mind this morning.
He and the dog both read me well.
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