Gotta be careful with silk

Yesterday I had a leftover turkey sandwich for lunch. I like it with a lot of mayo and black pepper. I also nibbled on some cold stuffing as sort of a side dish. I ate it with my fingers.

I watched a football game while I ate but I wasn’t really paying attention. My mind was elsewhere, thinking about all the cool stuff I wanted for Christmas but didn’t get.

I shuffled back over to the kitchen and scraped the second-to-last piece of the pecan pie onto a plate. The whipped cream I’d made on Christmas day was in the fridge and was starting to get a little liquidy. You know how after a few days it starts to revert back to just heavy cream? That’S what was happening. I didn’t care though. I poured a bunch on top of the pie. When I sank back down into the couch with plate in hand, I realized the sash had come undone and the front of my robe was wide open.