The velvet blanket tickles my chin
The morning sunshine bleeds through the window
I hear coffee brewing and butter sizzling
My mouth begins to water in anticipation of breakfast
And the smell of scrambled eggs floats under my nose
As I rise from my slumber, I half-consciously stagger to the kitchen
Awaiting me on a pearly porcelain plate is a mountain of golden scrambled eggs
The white and yellow marbleize into a creamy stack covered with black specs
This AM present has been graced by delicious ground pepper
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