THE Morning

It is morning. I am still waking up and it takes me a few minutes to realize what I really want.

I decide to go for it and I reach in. I touch it and for the first time in years, I realize… I like the way it feels.
It’s hard, round, and smooth.

I gently close my fingers around it. It is as if it was made for me; it fits perfectly in my hand.
I gently pick it up. I run my thumb over the top. As I pull my hand away, it starts to fall.

Suddenly, the world around me begins to slow; it is as if someone hit the slow motion button.I know what is going to happen.
My heart is racing, I feel butterflies in my stomach, I am breathless.
I literally see the future; I am as sure as I am alive of the final moments.
In this split second, before the end, I know what it will feel like to touch it again.

SPLAT!!! It hits the floor.

Damn!!!

Now I have to clean up this mess.
Have you ever cleaned up an egg off the floor? Not easy and fairly disgusting.
Had I decided to have a bagel for breakfast, this wouldn’t have happened.

© Copyright 2014 Olivia G. Owens. All rights reserved.

Author's Note

True story. :o)

Reviews

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Very very clever. I love the twist in the tail. I like to write poetry with a final twist.
Excellent.