Morning After

by joetwo

It is the morning after we met

I wake up early, life filled with possibility

Your number in my pocket

Waiting to be called

But not yet

I know that it is too early

That eagerness may spoil the fun

Ruin the romance

So I wait

Cooking a Frittata to pass the time

Ingredients swirling in the pan

As I recall how we danced that night

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Written for the Grammar Ghoul Chimera writing challenge # 15 

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