JB's+Introductory+Writing+Sample

Why Breakfast in Bed Sucks It sounds amazingly dreamy and romantic, doesn’t it? Someone close lets you sleep while he toils tirelessly to show you how much you are loved and appreciated. His only goal is to make you both smile, his a reflection of yours. The aromas of freshly-brewed coffee and baking cinnamon rolls gently sway you from a luxurious dream. Your liminal nakedness is sublime as you languidly stretch and beam your man’s hope into maturity. Barely roused, you think you recognize the tune he is humming. Your smile moves. Is that the song we sang together on our first karaoke date? No, wait, that’s the song that played the first time we made love. Yes. Yes. You let your mind wander the same way his hands wandered that exquisite first time, so soft, so timid, so controlled, so decisive. Was that real? He steps into the room, hair still wet from the shower, carrying promises. No. No. He says. This is for you. He leaves. He drives. You look over at the uncomplaining tray precariously balanced on the folds of the comforter. Why? You decide it doesn’t matter. Sitting up, carefully lifting, even more carefully arranging, you look down on your love’s proof. Why? You decide he adores you. The plate wobbles with your half-successful attempts to saw sausage while precious coffee unhappily transfers from cup to tray. Your smile moves. Since when, you wonder, did toast become so reactionary? Every effort you make is countered with a multiplying army poised to ingratiate its parts to your personal sanctuary. Why? You decide he hates you. Ease becomes stress. Crumbs flaunt their nature and easily avoid capture, pursued by such a weak predator. They mock. Mercy! You are the captive. Yes. Yes. How could you have been so lulled? People are selfish. He is selfish. You imagine him driving in his car wearing a smile born of freedom. Why? You decide it doesn’t matter. No. No. Maybe next time you’ll be careful what you wish for. No you won’t.