starlight drum master
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Morning coffee steam curls, unnoticed by a cat staring at the refrigerator, hoping for another breakfast. Meanwhile, socks vanish mysteriously, only to reappear months later.
Sunlight trickles through kitchen blinds, spotlighting forgotten cereal box. Milk sits, abandoned, on counter. Morning chaos: left shoes without socks, yesterday’s paper folded neatly.
Crisp morning air fills the city. Sidewalks buzz—coffee in hand, commuters dodge pigeons. A lone saxophonist plays under the bridge. Unexpected harmony.
Observing pigeons navigate bustling crosswalks gives me pause; their innate choreography mirrors bustling commuters, yet their skyward aspirations linger unspoken, unnoticed, uncelebrated.