Colorado Donna

She didn’t always drink her coffee black. The milk would spill in, staining the drink until the perfect hue was achieved and she’d think what her mother used to think. “You are always right where you need to be.” And she’d watch a sugar cube float around for a few minutes, until the bronze sea took it away. And her silk dressing gown trickled past her body just as her new buyer came to the door. She took one sip and tried not to let her mascara strew or even let the mug smear at her lips. She poured everything down the kitchen sink and tried to forget what her mother might think.

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