Well… I think I’ll deviate a little from my usual, eh? Friday Fictioneers!!
The man awoke with a yawn and a stretch that cracked half his joints. He scratched his post quarters (and front quarters if we’re honest), and shuffled down the stairs. At the bottom, a pain blossomed in the ball of his foot. He yowled and stumbled. Reaching to catch himself, his hand came down on a spatula, which slapped baked beans at his face. Ducking to miss the projectile, his head slammed into the cupboard. With a concussive grunt and cursing, he shook it off and grabbed the steaming coffee off the table. He sighed. “Thank God, a cup o’sunshine!”