What, Indeed

I smile to myself, stirring the pot of spaghetti I have on the stove while I sway to the music that’s playing in my head.

I should be paying attention to the lecture playing off of my laptop, but I couldn’t care less about all of that at the moment. The kitchen is warm, the windows open to the sun outside and I’m barefoot, wearing a short summer dress.

I lean over the pot and inhale the scent of