morning coffee // What I Saw at the Top

It was a snug fit, but I managed to pull myself up from the bottom of the lunch box. 

morning coffee // What I Saw at the Bottom

“Hello,” I said. “I bet you weren’t expecting to find me here.” I wasn’t. 

morning coffee // The Hole at the Bottom of my Lunch Box

How much time passes at the bottom of a lunch box? Minutes? Hours? None at all?

morning coffee // Someone’s Eating My Lunch

My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.