Once Upon a Time
When the prince left town,
the princess had to start her own fires and make her own coffee.
And thank god it was warmish because the prince also starts the princess’s car each morning.
The joke, however, was on the princess
one very dark morning,
when she was so very very far away in dreams:
morning yoga was out of the question
and just getting out of bed
was a triumph.
She made her own coffee in the dark, cold kitchen.
It was quiet.
She made sure both boys had smoothies ready for them, with lunches in various stages of preparedness, little notes where necessary:
THIS TIME: EAT YOUR VEGGIES.
FINISH YOUR MAP OF ITALY.
Only later in the day did the ridiculous headache start,
a certain lack of focus like moving in thick water,
and a complete plummet of perkiness
ensued after lunch.
The princess begged the school nurse for some almond butter on a cracker—
perhaps her healthy salad wasn’t enough for lunch?
nauseous from the headache that was alternatively sharp and dull and everywhere at once,
she recalled the prince saying something about putting the coffee in some blahblah new place blahblah.
But since she was the princess,
at the time it didn’t really concern her,
not being the one who makes the coffee after all.
The princess had unknowingly reached for the jar of decaf and made herself a cup.