I'm still thinking about that fresh mango danish, from the bakery, yesterday.
The rain is falling. It is morning.
Lying on the couch.
Wondering what delights the day may hold.
Sam calls to ask me if I'd brushed my teeth today?
"No."
"What!" [Huge sin, in Sam's eyes]
I haven't. "I did last night."
"What are you waiting for?" asks Sam quizzically.
His phone makes a kind of Star Trek sign-off call sound. Do, do. It makes me laugh. Just had a call from central control.
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