Burnt Toast

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A morning inside,

As the sun shines in the window,

I wake up with a bleary eyes and a dry smile.

Not completely awake

And not completely asleep

I go downstairs

To start the day afresh.

Into the kitchen

My little toes make padding noises

I sneak so that I don't awaken anyone.

I take out bread,

Sliced of course

And put it in the toaster

Easy, right?

Minutes go by in forgetful blurs

I try to remember

Egg whites not yolks

Go into the pan

A sudden smell meets the air

A smokey scent

And suddenly the fire alarm

Dear oh dear

The toast

I remember as I try to take it out

I'm rewarded with a burnt finger

And two pieces of wood

No longer bread

Oh dear oh dear

No more making breakfast

I say as I give up

Another smell of smoke comes to the air

Oh dear oh dear

Not again

As I rush towards the eggs

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