Breaking Bread
I hate this toaster.
The silver mouth has multiple crevasses to catch sesame seeds. It has a dull black plastic exterior that succumbs to pressure under my thumb. Light as a feather when I lift to clean it, seeds fly out all over the counter I am trying to wipe.
First world problems.
This morning I woke at 5am. The whirring of the washing machine in the darkness is a clear testament to my industrious nature.
In the low-lit kitchen, windows black, I scrub granola t
