I was sprawled out on the couch, picking at the second round of bacon dipped in syrup. I wasn’t hung over, but damn did crispy bacon with syrup, and toast and sunny side eggs hit the spot. I hadn’t had a single bland breakfast shake all week.
“Gonna have to start working out in the living room again,” Cassie said between plates one and two.
“Worth it.” And it was. Good food. Good family. Good furniture. I was still loving that if I stretched all the way out, I’d have taken up the whole couch.
As great as it was to live in an Amazon sized home- feeling like I’d gotten away with something or taken something from them- there was something that was centering about lounging around in an environment crafted to your size. This was the unspoken second part of the Gwiffin Party: The lazy morning after.
