Dishes
This morning when I got up, I stared at the dishes in my kitchen sink. Note I say "kitchen"; I wasn't even going to go NEAR the dishes in my bathroom sink.
They were defiant. Dirty water swirled lyrically in last night's pudding bowl. Cold dirt-colored coffee reminded me that the morning before was actually an entire day away, not the mere month it felt like. Svelt spoons and their polite cousins lay in disarray on the stainless steel. The worst part was I needed coffee and that meant I had to clean the coffee pot to make the coffee in. I wanted coffee now. Why didn't I have the sense to do the dishes last night?
I like living alone. There are SO many plusses, but every now and then I wish there were someone around to do the dishes for me.
They were defiant. Dirty water swirled lyrically in last night's pudding bowl. Cold dirt-colored coffee reminded me that the morning before was actually an entire day away, not the mere month it felt like. Svelt spoons and their polite cousins lay in disarray on the stainless steel. The worst part was I needed coffee and that meant I had to clean the coffee pot to make the coffee in. I wanted coffee now. Why didn't I have the sense to do the dishes last night?
I like living alone. There are SO many plusses, but every now and then I wish there were someone around to do the dishes for me.
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