Break-Fast. (Pun Intended)

Chapter 2 | In That She Finds Herself with Chaperone..

Everything hurts, I groaned as I turned onto my side in bed. The angry red numbers displayed on my alarm cursed me to another day at the Bakery, 5:30 am. I huffed, moving into a seated position while rubbing my eyes and then raised my arms above my head, stretching. Waking up at the butt-crack of dawn had always been a struggle for me, what with school and everyone who went there. Most days I hated being awake but then I grew up and turned 20 and everything changed, suddenly waking up in the mornings became one of my favourite things. I rubbed Dragon's head as I moved into the bathroom, used the lavatory, washed my hands, and face, and brushed my teeth. I pulled on the clothes and shoes I had picked out the night before and headed down to the small gym area within my apartment, it was not much. My gym equipment consisted of a treadmill, weights ranging up to 25 kgs, a few dumbbells and other miscellaneous yoga things.

This was my daily routine, I wake before the sun, I run and do some weightlifting, in no attempt to look slimmer or even remotely skinner. But simply because I loved to exercise, grab breakfast, feed my son, and then plan out the rest of the day, which usually consisted of making improvements to the bakery, which happened to be more beaten and broken than ever due to the events of last week. Lost in thought, I heard the beep of my watch and came to a stop, having done my usual 5 miles. Heading to the bathroom to shower.

Stepping into my kitchen I pulled berries from the fridge and peanut butter from the pantry, toasted bread and made two quick sandwiches, rye bread with peanut butter and blueberries and another slice with peanut butter and strawberries. Poured me a glass of juice and placed my food at my dining table. I fiddled with Dragon's dog food bag and heard him coming down the stairs, ever sluggish. My baby was the master of high-definition naps and seemed to have a hard time waking up this morning. His food and water were situated, and I moved having washed my hands, ready to shuffle my breakfast down and start my day, turning on the news. I caught up on what was going on concerning the coronavirus and what was taking place in Palestine.

The world ever full of conflict, injustice and wrongful doings never ceased to amaze me but with all of that, the harmonious, fair, and righteous acts and faultlessness, although exceedingly rare sometimes give me hope for humanity but what would we be if we were not pushing each other down to further the cause of one individual, is it not in our nature? I began cleaning, wondering how I could come to peace with what took place at my bakery. I was fuming, beyond upset. I sighed as I moved towards the exit of my apartment taking the happy 8-month-old rottweiler with me and locking up. We walked down the flight of stairs and onto the pavement, making our way towards the bakery. Living a block away from my potential business has both been a gift and a curse, a gift because walking Dragon to vacate his bowels has never been easier. A curse because the bakery, which had already been under construction would have to be completely redone due to the altercation the week before.

Strolling down the road and into the parking lot of Sabini's soon-to-be-named Ari's, my heart sank as I watched the construction crew haul the front of my bakery away, I waved to Max who had been such a godsend and so understanding during the past week, he jogged up to me. A young lad, only a year older than I was "Good morning, Ari" He smiled "Dragon" He nodded at the dog sitting neatly beside my feet, still on leash.

I eyed the building "It doesn't feel like it Max" I told him "Morning to you too."

"It's not as bad as it looks," He said, scoffing. Just as the bulldozer scraped the front of the building and the roof came down leaving the bar in place. I turned to Max, feeling my eyes begin to water. He moved quickly running a hand over my shoulder as we stood side by side, watching the demolition "Don't you worry, in a few weeks she'll look better than ever, plus. The wood was rotten, and the walls had water damage anyway, whoever decided to crash through your front door was doing you a huge favour. The building would have had to come down at some point." He shrugged and I pushed his shoulder lightly.