The neon digits of the bedside clock flickered: . Maya had exactly twelve minutes before the train doors hissed shut, and her kitchen was a graveyard of empty cereal boxes and a single, suspiciously brown banana.
At the train station kiosk, she made a tactical addition: a (heavy on the spinach, light on the apple) and a raw nut bar for the 10:00 AM slump. healthy breakfast on the go to buy
First stop: the . The siren song of the buttery croissants was strong, but Maya steered her internal ship toward the refrigerated case. She grabbed a Greek yogurt parfait —the kind with the honey on the side so she could control the sweetness—and a pre-boiled egg protein pack . "Fuel, not just filler," she whispered, tapping her card as the barista gave a sympathetic nod. The neon digits of the bedside clock flickered: