drip

    drip

        drip

The smell of fresh coffee permeates the morning air

drip

    drip

        drip

The bacon is crisp, the eggs are scrambled and the toast is 

buttered

drip

    drip

        drip

I sit in the antiseptic brightness while my family still dreams

drip

    drip

        drip

The crimson puddle grows larger at my feet

drip

    drip

        drip

The early morning world goes dark as the life drains from me

drip

    drip

        drip

I think the coffee is done

drip



    drip