No alarms, lying deep.
Catching the last morning's dream.
Water, caliente, opening the pores.
Hot Earl Grey, coffee that bends a spoon.
Citric hollandaise, spinach, asparagus.
A sunshine of egg drooling over toast.
A book, a bed, eyelids flickering.
The inconceivable call of lunch.
Sushi, nigiri, inari, izakaya.
Pickled ginger, palette cleanser.
Sticky, chewy, chocolate ice cream.
A slow walk.
Tiled arcades, bouncing sound.
Old clothes, new clothes,...
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