Love Among the Pizza Boxes

Morning routine.
Systematic.
Routines are healthy. Healthy and normal.
My routine it to haul my lazy butt out of bed at eight, turn on some music and do some aerobics.
Yes. Aerobics. Aerobics to the sound of techno.
Then heave my sweaty self into the shower, moisturize to prevent wrinkles, towel dry, go into the kitchen with still only a towel on.
I like towels.
They’re freeing.
Like undies.
Undies are freeing.
I kinda feel like Eve in that garden of hers with just a towel on.
It reminds me of running around naked.
Which is a weird feeling.
I wonder why it feels weird?
Weren't we born in our birthday suits?
Anyways...
That’s when I start to make pancakes. In my towel.
Blueberry pancakes today.
Cooking’s soothing.
As therapeutic as a morning routine.
After scarfing down my masterpiece, I get dressed in the usual attire. Jeans, a belt, undershirt, button up.
Time to work.