2 am over easy egg on a croissant

Rarely do I wake up feeling hungry
In the middle of the night that is
Or really in the general sense
In cooking eggs I'm always brought back
To a little cramped kitchen in Oregon
Where I learned how to cook an egg
By my fostermoms mother... Fostergrandma?
She was an elderly Hawaiian woman
Funny with laugh lines set deep in her face
I make eggs exactly how she taught
Even though I rarely eat egg sandwiches like she did
Way too much mayo and butter for my liking
Croissants were left by my best friend
It's the last one and I know I won't buy more
There's something about eating the last bite
Because you always are left hoping for just one more
And here I am texting my sister
Trying to problem solve her dog problem
Dumb landlord tore out her fence
And put in a tiny picket one they can jump
My brain can't seem to relax enough to go back to sleep
I think I'm finally feeling better...
At least I'm well enough to fry an egg
And I think that is worth it's weight in eggs