In the morning

In the morning

I woke up,

I got out of bed,

I slid my feet into my navy blue slippers,

I grabbed my dressing gown,

I went downstairs,

I reached up to the cupboard and took out a glass mug,

I switched on the kettle,

I pulled out the sugar,

Took off the lid,

I put two teaspoons of sugar in the mug,

I poured in the boiling water,

I dropped the teabag,

I fell,

I lay there until my son walked through the door,

Got down on his knees,

And cried.

by Lyla-Rose Garfoot

inspired by Breakfast, by Jacques Prevert