My breakfast

I opened my eyes and tried to stand

The ringing stopped, it's 8 am.

I looked at the kitchen door

I want to eat

but everything is moving

except my feet

I'm really tired although I slept

I felt like I traveled the world

while I was in bed

Finally, I'm there

standing in the kitchen

There's nothing but food, I care.

I looked in the fridge

I looked in the cupboard

I'm sick of sandwiches

There must be more choices I thought

So there you go

scrambled eggs and toast

It would have been better

if I have blueberries

or something more on the toast

like beef that I would roast

**** i'm late for school.

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