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I push down the handle of the toaster.
Turn around, open fridge.
Find peanut butter.
Wait for toast to pop.
These motions are automatic; I am too busy thinking of you.
Toast pops.
Spread peanut butter.
Sit on couch and smile, because I remember you complaining about how squashed the cushions are.
Take bite.
I can’t taste it; instead, I feel the cold sweetness of strawberry ice cream on the day we went to the water park. I got a brain freeze, and you laughed.
Swallow.
The bite pushes against the black lace choker you made me, back when you were in your goth phase. You tell me now that it’s hideous, and you suspect I might be wearing it just to embarrass you. I’m not, but I do a mock evil laugh as though I am.
And then I look around and realize you aren’t here.
Sit alone in living room.
Rise from couch.
Place plate in sink.
Stand in kitchen for a while.

Description
I push down the handle of the toaster.
Turn around, open fridge.
Find peanut butter.
Wait for toast to pop.
These motions are automatic; I am too busy thinking of you.
Toast pops.
Spread peanut butter.
Sit on couch and smile, because I remember you complaining about how squashed the cushions are.
Take bite.
I can’t taste it; instead, I feel the cold sweetness of strawberry ice cream on the day we went to the water park. I got a brain freeze, and you laughed.
Swallow.
The bite pushes against the black lace choker you made me, back when you were in your goth phase. You tell me now that it’s hideous, and you suspect I might be wearing it just to embarrass you. I’m not, but I do a mock evil laugh as though I am.
And then I look around and realize you aren’t here.
Sit alone in living room.
Rise from couch.
Place plate in sink.
Stand in kitchen for a while.