An ethereal egg sat at the table beside her half-drained coffee cup. The cinders of her cigarette raining down upon it.
"I'm sure you can see it." Vivian replied before trailing off, eyes glued to the egg. Though she continued to mutter under her breath. "Never be free of it, I guess. At least... not for long. Sure as dying it seems." The ashen rain petered off, as she took a final drag.
"Ah well... How's the toast?" A weakly executed subject change if there ever was one. "More jam than bread though, from the look... Defeats the purpose, mm?"