Chipped Mug and Melted Butter

The morning light catches on the rim of the old mug, the one with the handle glued back twice. Bread slices drop into the toaster slots with a soft click. Butter melts uneven across the surface, pooling in the holes. A spoon stirs the coffee grounds that settled at the bottom of the cup. The chair creaks under the same weight it has held for years. Steam fogs the window just enough to blur the street beyond.