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Breakfast in Bed
Click, clatter, bustling movement, scuff, crinkle, Wrestle, bang, tinkle, Enter aroma, sweet, sweet aroma. The rasping of toast being spread with butter, And the sweet smelling aroma. It started with a high note, singing down the scale Until the cup was full, then the aroma, My stomach juices mone in anticipation, Water from the tap Dripping. She enters, softly, a gleam of light enters with her, She smiles at me and places the source of activity next to me, Music floats to my ears and oh, the sweet, sweet aroma. Quick sharp crackle of newspaper, and oh, the sweet, Sweet aroma.
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