Morning Baking

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Adrian Russel

I woke up feeling extra groggy. I stumbled out of bed and floated down the hall with my eyes only half open. I fumbled down the stairs and popped two frozen waffles in the toaster.

Then I poured myself a cup of coffee and wrapped my fingers around the warm mug with a yawn. The oven clock said ten o'clock, too early for me to be conscious. The sun was blinding even through my eyelids, the floor was too cold on my bare feet, the toaster was taking too long. It was an annoying kind of morning.

Annoying. Irritating.

Aggravating.

Then the toaster popped and I remembered: the neighbor kid tried to steal my underwear last night.

I grit my teeth and plucked my waffles out of the toaster. I had to get him back. I took my breakfast to my room, looking across the gap between the windows and seeing no movement in Pantie Boy's room. I snuggled under the covers, opened my laptop, and while I ate my waffles and sipped my coffee, I googled dessert recipes.

I went back downstairs with a printed recipe and starting mixing ingredients.

Halfway through I went in the bathroom and rummaged through the medicine cupboard until I found a box of laxatives. Those went in the brownies, too.

I'd just poured the brownie mix into a pan and put it in the oven when my mom stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

Through a yawn she said, "What'cha makin'?"

"Just some brownies for the new neighbors," I replied.

"I hope there's a second batch for us," she said while she poured her own cup of coffee.

"Not yet," I smiled. I'd have to make that batch a little different.

"So what was that yelling I heard last night?" Mom leaned against the counter and took a sip. "Something about panties?"

Without hesitation, I explained: "I caught the new neighbor dude in my room stealing my panties." At the alarmed look on her face, I quickly added, "but don't worry, I had him running out of there so quick he flew back to his house."

We both laughed, but decided it was time to get some new locks for my window.

The oven timer said I had 30 more minutes to wait.

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