Hot Water with Lemon

     Recently I’ve been drinking hot water with lemon, a quotidian attempt to replace the coffee that speeds up my heart.

     Feeling both rich and poor, I grab a whole lemon at the grocery store as if I’m holding a secret, knowing I’ll get at least six cups out of this one. Day by day I slice it, setting the single wedge on the countertop, rind down, while I wait for the small pot of water to boil. It spills out over the edges of the mug almost every time I pour it over the sink, and I think, “We should really get a kettle,” as I wipe off the mug.

     You’d be surprised how much flavor a little lemon wedge can add.

     “I just want to be a writer who drinks hot water with lemon,” I used to always say to myself.

     Dreams really do come true.