Dtf like caillou

Chapter 2

I woke up early as I did every day. I walked onto the cool tile of my flat into the kitchen. I opened my top cupboard to get my favorite cereal, captain crunch. I poured some almond milk that expired three days ago. I mean if it's not chunky it still works right? I walked from the kitchen to the living room and sat down on my plush couch. I turned the tv on and put on my favorite show, caillou. All my friends made fun of me for still watching this show. It's meant for toddlers and I for one was not a toddler but a 19 year old in college. I just was so amused by the his beautiful complexion. I watched him as much as I could. When I decided it was enough of watching tv and somewhat moping around my apartment because my dream man, caillou didn't exist I went to the coffee shop down the street from my flat. It took less then five minutes to walk there. I was in line at the coffee shop looking through my phone at pictures of caillou that I didn't even realize it was my turn in line. I looked up at a pimply teenager ready to take my order. I ordered my usual: chocolate milk. (That's caillou a favorite too) I sat down at the nearest table and looked through tumblr blogs dedicated to caillou. I was interrupted suddenly by a mysterious figure tapping my shoulder. Never did I think I would see this in my life. It was caillou...