The Next Morning
I do not think that was a cranberry orange muffin I just ate. For starters, the dark blobs that were supposed to be cranberries weren't tart enough. And there were nuts. Who puts nuts in a cranberry orange muffin?
I was too lazy to go back to the cafe and get another one, so I ate it anyway, picking out the nuts and hoping I wouldn't die.
Still thinking about that snow yesterday. It's not a big deal, but I can't help the feeling that it was someone's sign. Not mine, but someone's. This must be what it feels like to be a background player in someone else's story.
Yesterday I saw an earthworm lying in the middle of the sidewalk. I picked it up and placed it on a patch of dirt. But with the onslaught of snow and wetness yesterday the thing is probably dead now. That makes me a little sad.
I was too lazy to go back to the cafe and get another one, so I ate it anyway, picking out the nuts and hoping I wouldn't die.
Still thinking about that snow yesterday. It's not a big deal, but I can't help the feeling that it was someone's sign. Not mine, but someone's. This must be what it feels like to be a background player in someone else's story.
Yesterday I saw an earthworm lying in the middle of the sidewalk. I picked it up and placed it on a patch of dirt. But with the onslaught of snow and wetness yesterday the thing is probably dead now. That makes me a little sad.