A Good Breakfast
Sherry shuffled into the kitchen. Doug was already up and about.
“Hey–you want some breakfast?”
Sherry grunted; it was the closest she could get to saying, “Yes, that sounds delightful. Thank you.” that early in the morning.
She dragged herself over to the nearest chair, sat down, and closed her eyes for a quick post-sleep nap. She could hear Doug darting about the kitchen, opening and closing cupboards and the fridge, placing items on the table.
“All right, wake up sleepyhead. Breakfast is served.”
Sherry opened her eyes and saw, placed on the table before her: A carton of milk, an almost empty bottle of orange juice, and a half-empty package of Oreos.
She looked at Doug. He shrugged. “Hey, I didn’t say it’d be a good breakfast.”
Sherry sighed and cracked a smile. “I guess we need to go grocery shopping, huh?”
“Yeah…looks like it.”
“All right–just pass me the cookies first. I’m gonna need a dose of Vitamin O to get me through the morning.”