So, today I watched my breakfast as it heated up and cooked in the toaster.
Bread going from soft and pale to a crispy golden brown crunchiness.
I watched as the heat from the elements caused the paleness to turn first golden and then brown.
I watched as the heat wafted upwards and warmed my face.
My eyes watered as the heat reddened my cheeks.
Cats wind their way around my legs, demanding attention.
I try to ignore their pleas. It is futile.
They look innocently expectant as I turn.
Their quiet stillness is suddenly gone as I open the fridge. It is all loud demands and expectations.
I give them their food and return the can to the fridge.
The kitchen is silent now and, as I turn back to the toaster, there is a pop and the toast rises.
What was once bread is now brown and crispy toast ready for butter and jam.
