A BREAKFAST TO REMEMBER – OR TO FORGET FOREVER

It was a very special day – but for such a different way.

She woke up later and began to run to shower, clothes, breakfast. 

She always took her breakfast after all ready. It was like a fantasy – she was at a hotel or into a magic world and someone made all for her. 

It was a private joke with the truth – she had just herself to do everything at home – but no problem. It was nice too take care of herself. When she decided for this way of life – she changed her ideas about solitude versus isolation. 

In the beginning of the new way of life maybe she felt a little bit alone. Some time after she celebrated the wonderful power that is be the only owner of a home. She knew that – for most of her friends – this was a foolish power. But for her it was great. She was calm and full of joy. Many sad things happened in her life since she was a child – and she learned to considerer this power like a survivor prize. And that was all for her.

In that morning she woke later. She run and run to do everything. But at the end she looked at the mirror and said for herself smiling to herself – wonderful. 

Her breakfast always had a coffee with milk, bread, papaya or orange juice, some jelly, maybe some chocolate cream. The table always covered of a white towel, the dishes, cup, cutlery and glass perfectly organized. When she sit down – everything were in the right place. Except for this morning – every morning she woke early to make everything at a special style. 

That was she and the power of being the only owner of home.

But…always has a “ but ”.

She woke up later. Made everything running in the little apartment.

Time to breakfast. The powder of the milk that she will put in the cup of coffee was into a crystal pot. Beautiful.

She got a spoon. Got the powder of milk.

And it was like the World had changed the Poles. 

She didn’t know how or why but the pot fall down, first on the table, after on the floor. Like it was a scene of slow motion from a film. It broken – all the powder were upon her and the floor.

There was white powder on her clothes, shoes, on the chair, on the table, on the white towel, on the floor. Like it was snowing suddenly inside her home.

The power of being the only owner of home was disappearing slowly. 

She looked at the “snow” trying to be lucid and alive. Not necessarily in this order.

First she thought about her granddaughter, Venice, the paintings of Veronese, Prague, the new car, her elegant italian friend that always made her smile. Only good memories were demanded. 

At the second moment she thought about the change of the Poles.

And finally she decided to do something. It was absolutely not a scene of slow motion from a film. It was the reality looking at her. Of course the tears wanted to make an avalanche on the snow mountain. She couldn’t control so many tears.

She began with her clothes. Took off. Then the glass, cup, dishes – she put all into the sink. Then the white towel went to the laundry. The pot of crystal was in little pieces scattered for all floor, including below the table. A drop of blood from her finger completed the scenery.

The vacuum cleaner was requested – trying for a happy end.

And with the tears for partner during that unexpected “snowstorm”­ – she finally put all in order and the little space was clean. No white powder. No pieces of crystal.

After changed her clothes, she looked at the mirror and said – between the teeth – wonderful. And went to her job – at this time without breakfast. 

When she was entering in her private room to begin the work – someone asked her if she wanted a coffee with milk. 

She stopped. Looked at this brave someone and … at this time she didn’t think about her granddaughter, Venice, the paintings of Veronese, Prague, the new car or her elegant italian friend that always made her smile.

At the second moment she didn’t think too about the change of the Poles.

At this time she only prayed for a knife. A gun. A rifle. 

Just said – Thank you. I am fine. I woke early and took more time with my special breakfast.

She looked at the Universe and murmured some specials words.

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