I’m eating cold pizza, peanut butter and jelly on a spoon, and half a pomegranate for breakfast.

The jelly comes in a tiny jar ~ Stonewall Kitchen -Wild Maine Blueberry.  As for the pomegranate, I ate the other half last night.  At midnight.  Now the process resumes, biting into juicy little kernels, spitting the seeds out onto the plate.

Breakfast is late today.  11:00.  I sit here still in my pajamas.

The morning’s been unwinding slowly, with meditation, stretching, and writing.

That’s it.  There’s not much to see.

Now you can tell me how much you love me.

About Suzanne

I write poetry, flash fiction, quotes and personal essays. Words flow forth like a river that cannot be dammed. Writing is my soul.
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