A Monday morning in Brooklyn
I went to bed early enough after reading that I was actually well rested when I woke. One of the cats was batting at my feet under the covers, gripping the sides of my toes, gentle enough that no claws dug in.
I jumped into my jeans and sweater to walk with my spouse to the bagel shop, since we’re out of yogurt for his usual morning breakfast. We’re also out of milk, so many of my home coffee preparations were out. This way I get a few extra minutes to say hello since I’ve been drowsy all morning.
We hold hands and regret not wearing sunglasses. It’s bright and a crossing guard helps caution us as we skitter across the end of our busy block. Two dogs are walking the street with a woman who is chatting to them, one speckled part dalmatian.
We part ways just before my café of choice. We stop in front of a vacant store front for a long kiss and so I can wish a positive happy week since...
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