The Morning Ritual

He sipped at his coffee and thought of the things he should be doing instead of sitting on the couch flipping through the channels. Push ups, sit ups, going for a jog, doing the dishes, folding some of that mountainous pile of laundry that only seems to get bigger everyday.

Or he could have a nice breakfast, a couple of eggs maybe, and spend the morning without that dull hollow ache in his stomach. He could jump in the shower, get to work early so he could leave early.

He sipped at his coffee and flipped through the channels again.

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