Did we eat olives in the canapé?

Eyes a little tired, it's definitely too early. The cocks compete here and there down the hill, that's all. The man has fallen asleep again, the child sleeps. I get up softly. The dog is happy. It will have its breakfast soon. I open the doors, a lazy breeze fills the house for a moment. I take a look at the jumble. It's a wonderful jumble. Empty glasses, cups with yesterday's last and now greyish coffee, pieces of wrapping paper, clothes left where it was taken off, my bracelet and two olives between the cushions. Did we eat olives in the canapé? The ring on the table, we did blow out the candle but it's like we never really slept. I make coffee, take out a couple of glasses, wash them, I look at the ring, one day it will suit me, today we will pinch a moment more of youth. The coffee is as good as ever.