Haiku
Twirls, Toast, & Tantalizing Scents
With a "Bring!" the alarm went off. Rubbing my eyes, I turned off the alarm. Pushing back the comforter, I stretched and got out of bed. With a twirl around the room, I headed to freshen up for the day. "Hm..." "Hmm..." I went through the hangers. Sand-brown is what I selected—a not-too-loose, not-too-tight, but just-right top and bottom. That’s what I wore, with my hair properly combed and away from my face. Then, I began my morning skincare. Now, I was ready to start the day. Skipping through the silent hallways, I arrived in the kitchen, beginning my morning with a hearty breakfast. The rich aroma of coffee filled the air. Glancing around, I spotted a pot of freshly brewed coffee. Mom must be awake—probably watering the plants in the back garden, I thought. I set to the task at hand. Cracking the eggs into the pan, I grabbed a fork, considering scrambling them—but stopped myself. Mom doesn’t like scrambled eggs. So, here came her plate of sunny-side-up eggs. Letting them cook, I topped them with salt, pepper, and fresh herbs. Ah! The scent was tantalizing. Quickly, I prepared a plate of scrambled eggs for myself, then moved on to toasting bread slices. Next up: the toast topping—avocados were my choice. After plating everything and cleaning up the mess, I set the meal on the table. Just in time—Mom walked in, and we sat down for breakfast. Pouring a cup of coffee, I watched as the steam rose in an alluring way, curling at the top like a delicate heart. Bon appétit!
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
