The Meal Thief

by mikewritesbooks

There are times where I just enjoy breakfast food. More often than not, it's nowhere near time to eat breakfast. Yesterday was one of those days. Kitten and I were working on a puzzle, spending the afternoon telling stories and laughing at childhood embarrassments, all the while enjoying those subtle, yet purposeful, touches and brushes of each other's skin. Feeling hungry, I told Kitten, "I'm going to make something. Would you like anything?"