Breakfast

Breakfast was crunchy toast, steaming milo. As i settled down, placed the tray in front of me, looking at it with consternation, giving thanks was not my habit, but i marvelled at the food right before my sleepy eyes. a dream? hahaha! How simple it may, delicious yet it can be. As i manoveur the knife and toast, spreading that yellow solid over the freshly toasted slice, it seems that the butter is dancing, gliding gracefully across each end, covering the stage with its own flavour and style. How wonderful to see the once brown and tan patches, now consumed by the yellowishness, a bit translucent, giving the toast a little sparkle under the morning sunshine. =) The steaming milo sat quietly, the fog that evolved seemed to engulf the air around me, casting a magical effect, like the smokey, dreamy feeling in any musical. This is accompanied by the aromatic [do you think they have benzene rings in them?] therapreutic effect. Soothing the mind and relaxing the muscles of a bad night sleep? haha! well well, this whole breakfast seems like a musical, a dream intact with that of last night.. Wonderful start for the day, isn't it? Start hallucinating!

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