i woke up late, so four slices of thin white bread went into my mouth, while i scooped out 20 spoonfuls of fig jam with my right hand fingers. i sprinkled sugar on the top with my clean left hand finger. the jam already had a ton of sugar, but i like the crunch of the flakes and the way it makes my snack dazzle in the sunlight
my fourth slice of white bread, i held in my hand, this soft pillow, i noticed all the air pockets inside. i took the bread to my mouth and took a breath through it, a few crumbs going into my lungs. i flattened the bread with my hand until it became dense and thin. i spread the jam over it, sprinkled my sugar, and rolled it up like a cigar, put it right between my peace sign fingers. my mouth opened and closed in slow motion, so i decided to wash it down with some ice cold coffee. i grabbed my green jadeite glass that I sipped from everyday in elementary school and filled it to the top with ice cubes.
i took one ice cube out that was about to fall over the edge and took it between my teeth. i struggled to crunch on it, so i sucked on it for a few seconds, letting a layer melt. i crunched it. teachers always said not to crunch on ice, but i’m sure they would make an exception for this moment.
