Maya gazed at the commotion ensuing outside of her window. People gathering outside of the diner, leaving with syrup mustaches and beards, their fingers sticking to anything that they touched. If she squinted and looked a little farther, she could see children tugging at their mother's shirt sleeves, pointing at the gurgling pond that sat nestles between the police station and the water tower. Maya leaned her forehead against the window, feeling the sun creep over her face. It was warm outside, her favorite kind of weather, yet Maya hadn't felt the sun on her face in over a four months. Maya padded over to her refrigerator , opening it and feeling the cool air spill out into the small apartment. Her golden brown eyes scanned over the contents of the fridge.
A bottle of Sriracha, the end pieces of a loaf of bread, and 2 large brown eggs.
She pulled out the styrofoam carton of eggs, and then opened the cabinet above her head to grab a bowl. The bowl had a fine layer of dust covering it like a blanket made for dust bunnies. After rinsing out the small bowl, her hands shaking, she cracked one of the eggs and began separating the yolks from the whites, just how her mother liked it.