Today morning

Time for random. Time for wide. Time for quick, too. No time for time. After the last few days. The last few days.

As the folds of a crumpled bedcover sprawled over on a tiny chair for the night catches the early morning glow. As the coffee, coated with dark silky foam dissolves into uniformity, burping mildly like a newborn. As wisps of smoke grin briefly and disappear. As fragile wafers, curled with rings of chocolate crumple with a sweet afterglow. As old pages are turned backward. Morning, all.

Off to the battleground, now.