Five in the morning, shadows on the floor.
There is no spoon.
I find myself wondering if it ever was there at all. It seems like it should have been there, once.
Whatever the case, it's not there now. In its stead are two separate pieces of silverware carefully spread out on either side of some unseen plate. One could move without disturbing the other. One could get up without the other knowing at all.
Five in the morning, shadows on the floor.
There is no spoon.
There is no spoon.
I find myself wondering if it ever was there at all. It seems like it should have been there, once.
Whatever the case, it's not there now. In its stead are two separate pieces of silverware carefully spread out on either side of some unseen plate. One could move without disturbing the other. One could get up without the other knowing at all.
Five in the morning, shadows on the floor.
There is no spoon.