The blaring cruel beat of my alarm violated my ears with a screeching call from the siren's embrace of dreams. I sighed deeply, the warm blankets and fluffy pillows begging me to stay in bed all day. But forced myself out of bed into the shower. The pulse of heat from the showers clearing out the kinks and folds of my back. Afterwards I continued the monotony of a morning ritual, toothbrush over teeth, exfoliating my face, shave, deodorant, etc. etc. Same with the clothing, wallet, keys, everything really.
Once I made it to the kitchen, I decided to a classic breakfast, Eggs on toast with a latte. I fried up the eggs with cheese, ham, spinach, and onions. I put the multigrain toast in the toaster, and set to work on steaming the milk for my latte, as I waited I started to program in the espresso. Wait a minute, was it 12 or 16 oz.? Wait a minute, what could it be? Why couldn't I remember, I cursed under my breath and threw my thoughts back into the past to desperately try to remember how much was it, why couldn't I remember?
Annoyed that my eggs were starting to get burned and the toast was soggy and god everything was going wrong. Suddenly the solution to my problem hit me, I ran over to the closet and threw it open to find the man who I had locked in their a month prior. Fear in his eyes as he looked at horror at the knife with strawberry jam in my hand.
"Hey quick question, how much espresso should I put in my latte?"
"Mmmph brg mmmph!!"
"Oh right I should take the gag out."
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