A very short story, a poem from a collection, a short chapter from a novel, a review of something you love, something small that will focus your eyes and invite your mind to wake, that you can then finish, put down, and move along.
Scooped cereal into my mouth and found an overwhelming presence of raisins. Scooped again to rectify the serial-raisin ratio.
More raisins have thwarted me. If a mouth full of raisins is my fate then I will chew.
