Wake up and I’m wearing the same v-neck as last night. Feels like a million bucks.
Wipe my nose scratch my ass and think about the eggs I’m gonna make. Damn I’m good at eggs.
Where’s the music? I put on some gangster shit. Hello Sunday.
Who left her shoes here last night? Ooo YSL, nice, must be pricey. I wonder how she got home.
The coffee table’s got wine stains on it. That thing has stories to tell. I wouldn’t use coasters even if I had ‘em.
I pull on my beanie and make coffee. Today’s gonna be good.