Bed Bath And Goop

Mourning

I jolted awake from my dreams of death and despair to my cream room, the sun peaked at me through the curtains wishing me a good day, I hopped out of bed and bounced towards my curtain to welcome in the glorious light. Then I opened the windows and squealed in delight as the birds sung me there symphony of love.

Then I fluttered down the hall into the kitchen, I retreated after the tiles reminded me about there cold exterior although I know there warm on the inside and are just looking out for me. I leaped across to the toaster, "okie dokie Mr tostie how's about'cha be my pallarino today?" I request. A grab the lonely slice of toast and put it into the toaster. I slowly press the button down to initiate the toaster.

*Kasch*I twirl around to see broken glass sprinkled on the ground. I look at the glass and mourn the loss of my fallen soldier until my nose was singed with a burning scent. I twist around to see smoke flowing out of the toaster swirling and mixing with the air. I swiftly unplug my toaster. "Ceriel it is" I decide I hop up onto the smooth counter feeling the coolness soak into my skin. I collect my flotie oaties. I slide to the edge of the bench but before I can stop myself I'm shooting onto the floor with my Ceriel cascading around me. "maybe I'm just not destined for breakfast today" I believe.

I skipped back down the hallway to the bathroom the smooth tiles '