A warm, lazy afternoon Mood: Red, ripe, and completely unapologetic.
Not a nibble. A bite.
I would slice them neatly. Remove the green top with a surgical precision. Place them on a white ceramic plate next to a dollop of something low-fat and virtuous. I would eat them with a small fork, looking at my phone, barely tasting the tartness. strawberry ifeelmyself
Because no one is.
I washed a single, perfect berry. I did not cut it. I sat by the window where the afternoon light hit my bare arms. I held it to my nose first—that green, sweet, almost peppery scent. A warm, lazy afternoon Mood: Red, ripe, and
Eat it like no one is watching.