A blue glass jar holds her favorite flowers,yellow and white daisies.They sit in the middle of the round,antique wood breakfast table.

They're at the table,she on his lap,sipping coffee from the same cup.Running his nose along her neck,breathing in her closeness,trying to recognize the scent of her,a blending of baby powder and vanilla.One of her arms is around his neck,she worries she's too heavy for him.

She's in a baggy navy sweatshirt,pajama pants,he,in ratty jeans and a Reebok tee shirt.They talk,they cuddle,they have silences,enjoying the morning together.

Brewed coffee,toast smells linger in the the air.He likes honey on his whole wheat toast,she likes blueberry jam.

The sun holds little warmth this autumn morning.Lukewarm coffee lays in the bottom of the cup,toast crumbs scattered on the table,she brushes one with her thumb from the corner of his mouth.

The phone rings.

She grins at him because she's closest to the phone.They usually make a game of diving for it.Sticking her tongue out at him,glancing at the call display before answering........

very good, I can just about taste your scent...hang up the phone