Everyday Yeah one-thousand three-hundred and seventy-five

The sun woke up early and began touching my alarm clock until it buzzed and I put the buzzing in my mouth and waited for it to remind me of the taste of the bacon glazed donuts I would eat later that morning. The sun brushed Yeah’s eyebrows and waited for him to close the blinds and use the bathroom and say, “This decision to be awake reminds me of my decision to walk downtown last week and eat a morning sugar wheel.” A black lady brought us two small plates filled with warm dough and crisp. Yeah enjoyed her moderate ability to refill our water glasses at a slightly less than satisfactory rate. Three days passed. I thought of the warm dough and oink crisp for three minutes each day. At the end of the third day I regretted the decision not to order milk. I’ve never drank milk while eating bacon. I feel a small tear in the fabric of my happiness.