Bacon sizzles on the skillet.
Plates clatter against polished oak.
Mama slips her feet into soft moccasins.
Johnny hits his fist against the high chair.
Someone passes the orange juice.
Milk drains down my throat.
Daddy opens the business section of the New York Times.
I swallow.
Pancakes are packed onto a dish.
The maple syrup is cold.
Aunt Meg starts talking about the Macy's sale.
Granny takes out her dentures.
Secretly everyone wants everyone else to shut up.
I spread margarine on my toast in even strokes.
Uncle Jimmy compliments my jumper.
I thank him.
