My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.
Continue reading morning coffee // Someone’s Eating My Lunch
My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.
Continue reading morning coffee // Someone’s Eating My Lunch
That window is oppressive. Continue reading morning coffee // The Light in the Window
It’s raining outside, I think. I can’t tell. Continue reading morning coffee // The Window
The oak leaf I pinned to my cubicle wall has begun to root–without soil, water, or sunlight. Continue reading Morning coffee, 8.22.17
I did it. I touched the door. Now, I regret everything. Continue reading Morning coffee // The Door
I unknowingly trespassed onto the Yalper’s territory this morning. Now he’s challenged me to some sort of primal duel. Continue reading Morning coffee, 8.18.17
The duck has transformed. It’s consumed the entire cubicle wall. It’s become sentient.
Today is Monday, isn’t it? Wait. No. That’s not right. Continue reading Morning coffee, 8.15.17
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