My Breakfast.

I had the biggest bowl of porridge today. It all started when I was deciding what to eat for breakfast. Cocoa puffs? Na, too crazy, frosted flakes?? Too snowy.

When it hit me like a bolt of lightning. Why don’t I have porridge? It was a genius idea. So, I opened a packet, added water, and put in the microwave for 45 seconds.

Those forty-five seconds seemed like hours as I cautiously watched the bowl spin round and round, guarding my prized bowl of breakfast. Then began the countdown. 10…9…8…7 I could feel my heart bounce up to my throat and back down again with every passing second, even my breathing seemed to be coordinated with the timer on the microwave.

6…5…4…3… I had stopped breathing altogether. I just couldn’t take the pressure of the wait, but somehow I forced myself to manage.

2…1…BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I was so startled it was finally over that I nearly forgot to take out my breakfast.

As I set the table, each passing moment was growing in excitement for me. Orange juice? Check. Napkin? Check. Spork? Double-check. As I slowly and carefully placed the steaming bowl of oats and meals down on the special pot holder I set up for it I could feel the aroma singeing my nose hairs and heading straight for the pleasure center of my brain.

THIS WAS GOING TO BE GOOD!

And it was, until about 2:45, when I started to regret ever eating that piping hot, scrumptious bowl of goodness.

But as I stared at my shoes in my special place with four walls, and ironically, a bowl, I decided the porridge was well worth any small discomfort.

But the question still remains, what will I have for
lunch……………………….?

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