I got up slowly.

There were eggs in the refrigerator.

Bread in the cupboard.

Coffee in a tin that did not sound hollow when I picked it up.

I made breakfast before checking the phone.

The meal was ordinary enough that nobody would have photographed it: an egg, toast, an apple cut into quarters.

I ate the whole thing sitting down.

Then I checked the calendar for the medical appointment and the page where I had written the bus route.