Breakfast

I believe I could be described as; a fulfilling breakfast that consists of whatever one might find enjoyable on that given day, such as eggs on Monday followed by toast on Tuesday, it's not consistent by any means. I picture this hypothetical breakfast being eaten at a small almost diner like table that could realistically only fit one person, maybe two if you try hard enough, the table would sit in a area that protrudes out of the kitchen; like a half circle. This area would have floor to ceiling windows and a beautiful light fixture on the ceiling, there would be plants that climbed up the window, and a clear view of the kitchen, which would look like any other kitchen, perhaps bigger though. Whenever someone made anything in that kitchen it would waft around the house, however, the scent of the breakfast would be the most potent. I'd be a good for the soul type of breakfast that always had fresh juice that always varied as well, and fresh fruit that stayed relatively the same, and everything would be enjoyed thoroughly. I imagine the person who'd be enjoying these breakfasts is a beautiful woman who loves things of higher quality, and she'd be enjoying her breakfast with a cigarette. I believe that I am reliable yet everchanging with some fixed aspects of myself, I long for scenarios I create in my head such as that little area in my hypothetical kitchen, I'm a dreamer for a larger than life lifestyle like that beautiful woman. However I try my best at life one step at a time.