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.

Wine, wine, more wine.

A slow recline in the comfy chair.

A book, a breath, a day.