As the sunset simmered
low and slow
a soft light rested
on the counter where I sat
I burnt my toast
while I was daydreaming
about kitchen ***
then the tea kettle screamed
because It couldn’t take the heat.
Understandable.
I poured the water in my cup and let the roses steep, left the burnt toast in the toaster and went back to bed
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
As the sunset simmered
low and slow
a soft light rested
on the counter where I sat
I burnt my toast
while I was daydreaming
about kitchen ***
then the tea kettle screamed
because It couldn’t take the heat.
Understandable.
I poured the water in my cup and let the roses steep, left the burnt toast in the toaster and went back to bed
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