Sunday Mornings
The early morning sun peered through the window that rested above the sink.
Sizzles and crackles of bacon added warmth to the kitchen.
Soft music of an age old decade was muffled as background noise.
Grandma hummed along to the cheery tunes as she wiped her hands off on her apron.
Grabbing the spatula, she attempted to flip the yellowing eggs.
Stacks of pancakes sit high on the counter taunting the poor white puppy below.
The toaster dinged as the crispy bread jumped up waiting to get picked.
Annoyed rustles come from the paper as Grandpa tries to read the droopy thing.
A breeze rushes through the partially cracked window
Sending in sounds of happy little birds and pesky squirrels.
-JS
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