I can feel the bread crumbs that I 

dropped 

down my sleeve from 

the hastily made toast 

slathered in strawberry jam. 

Not every edge is covered. 

there is more jam on one side. 

That’s the side I eat from. 

There’s another bump from the car. 

More bread crumbs fall down my sleeve. 

Yesterday I had a kiwi. 

The day before that I had cold lasagna 

all eaten in the car as we rushed to school. 

I wonder what a morning person eats for breakfast.

Maybe instead of slightly burned toast they eat 

French toast with 

sliced strawberries on the side. 

Maybe they make themselves a towering stack of 

hot waffles or pancakes, with 

soft squares of butter and 

ladled with sticky syrup. 

Maybe they don’t like sweet stuff. 

Maybe they go for a more savory taste with an 

order of two eggs scrambled with a side of hash browns and sausage 

or perhaps a breakfast burrito 

packed with eggs, potatoes, tomatoes, and extra cheese please.

I wonder,

Do they 

turn on the stove to low as to not burn their food? 

Do they 

use all the pots and pans plastered with sweet gooey batter?

Do they 

set the table, placemat and all? 

Do they 

slice their pancake with a knife into equal slices? 

Do they 

pour themselves some orange juice or make some coffee or tea? 

Do they

watch the morning news as they chew on their food? 

Do they 

take their time to eat??

I have no idea what a morning person eats for breakfast. 

The earliest I ever wake up is ten minutes 

after I was supposed to. 

Perhaps, morning people 

are just as lazy as I am, and 

even though they’re up, 

they just don’t feel like having to clean the dishes afterwards.