Ninety-Nine Shades Of Dessert [TEMPORARILY DISCONTINUED]

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗢𝗻𝗲

            Misty woke up to the sweet thought of sugary cinnamon rolls after a sound sleep. She swiftly rolled the dough and covered them in cinnamon dust. Nothing to break the busy stress of Chicago like some sweet and chewy cinnamon rolls. She added some powdered sugar on top of the fluffy dough, rolled it into a spiral confection, and popped it into the oven.

"30 minutes." She murmured

That would be enough time for her to get ready for school. Misty ran upstairs and brushed her teeth. Afterward, she walked into her closet and began to stare at her clothes as she tried to figure out what to wear. After a while, she decided on a simple white blouse and jeans. She put on her clothes, went downstairs, and checked on the cinnamon rolls. The good news was that they weren't burnt, but the bad news was that there would be more waiting.

"So what now?" She wondered out loud. "I need something to do."

After pacing back and forth through the kitchen for a while, she looked at the old clock that sat high on the wall in all of its glory. Only to realize that there were still 20 minutes left until the cinnamon rolls were ready. Groaning, Misty placed herself on the couch and thought about whether or not there was anything that needed to be done. Then, she realized that she didn't know what was for lunch.

"Oh no, I'm an idiot." She spoke, worry seeping through her voice.

Misty quickly got up and opened the door to the fridge. Seemingly enough, the only things inside were ingredients for all sorts of recipes. But there wasn't anything to bring to lunch.

You have got to be kidding me.

The only choice left was to make something from scratch. Without any sort of second thought, Misty went to the stove and turned it to medium heat. Then, it was a random pattern of running back and forth from one side of the kitchen to the other. Grabbing everything she needed and throwing them into the pot. At some point, she thought that the pot was going to fall off the stove. But her thoughts were disturbed when she heard a distinct sound that could be nothing but a timer.

Quickly grabbing the oven mittens, she opened the oven door and pulled out the tray of cinnamon rolls. Filling the entire house with the candy-like aroma of an unforgettable treat. Misty placed the tray on the kitchen counter with a towel underneath and left them to cool. Again, going back to the constant flow of cooking. She grabbed whatever was nearest to her and quickly stirred, immediately pouring the contents into a heat-proof bowl. Once all of the hustle was finally over, Misty stood back to look at everything in front of her. Including the cinnamon rolls, her lunch, and the little display of ingredients and spices laid all over the counter.

'I should probably start cleaning up. . .' She considered.

For what seemed to be the 4th time, Misty looked at the clock and concluded that she had 20 minutes before she would need to go. It would be a little messy but she could do it. Taking a small bite of her breakfast, the cleaning party began. Although it didn't take too long. The only thing that took the most time was putting all of the leftover ingredients back where they came from.

By the time she was done cleaning, it was time to leave. Luckily, she was able to finish up her food as well. Misty opened the garage door and put on some sneakers since she didn't know what her schedule was yet. Grabbing her backpack, she firmly placed her finger on the plastic button that was recently placed on the wall and watched as the garage door slowly opened and revealed the sunlit morning outside. Stepping outside, Misty had to shade her eyes from the sun and closed the garage door.

Now the only thing left was to find the bus stop without getting lost.

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