19 Crumpet start

Mastering breakfast on Sunday with
a set of double toasted crumpets
yanking out the toaster in a cloud of smoke.

Not interested in getting up early.
In bed with a book, a reading cocoon.
Numbing pain, I wish,
excruciating when I turn, sometimes.
The not knowing when to
expect and on what level of the scale.
Eight and up, hardly ever not there.
Necessity of getting a cure, it wears me down