The morning after. Happy, hungry… this is the way daybreak ought to be.

“They were always hungry but they ate very well. They were hungry for breakfast which they ate at the café, ordering brioche and café au lait and eggs, and the type of preserve that they chose and the manner in which the eggs were to be cooked was an excitement…

On this morning there was brioche and red raspberry preserve and the eggs were boiled and there was a pat of butter that melted as they stirred them and salted them slightly and ground pepper over them in the cups. They were big eggs and fresh and the girl’s were not cooked quite as long as the young man’s. He remembered that easily and he was happy with his which he diced up with a spoon and ate with only the flow of the butter to moisten them and the fresh early morning texture and the bit of coarsely ground pepper grains and the hot coffee and the chickory-fragrant bowl of café au lait…

They had made love when they were half awake with the light bright outside but the room still shadowed and then had lain together and been happy and tired and then made love again. Then they were so hungry that they did not think they would live until breakfast and now they were in the café eating and watching the sea and the snails and it was a new day again.”

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