Our story starts here, my favorite place in the world—my bed. I love that feeling first thing in the morning when I wake up with plenty of time to spare, well-rested and wrapped up tightly from my neck to my pink toenails in my fluffy comforter, like a baby bird in a nest or the warm stuffing in a burrito. Ahh, burritoooos! Well, so much for sleeping in. Now I’m hungry! Guess I’m gonna have to leave my cocoon and shuffle off to my second-favorite place—anywhere with food!
Slipping from the warmth of my bed into my soft Re:Zero pj’s, I suddenly remember the bizarre dream I had last night. There were mind-controlled armies, kidnappings, human-sized mousetraps, french fry catapults, high-speed skateboard escapes from crazed mobs, dangerously ravenous sorority girls, mad scientists, and a kid with a direct line to God. That was weird as hell, and so vivid it felt more like a premonition than a dream. I guess I probably should skip the late night kombucha. Oh well, breakfast time!
Great, my best friend’s goal is nothing short of world peace, and mine is to show up at Krispy Kreme at the exact moment they turn the light on. Maybe I need to aim a bit higher.
Our story starts here, my favorite place in the world—my bed. I love that feeling first thing in the morning when I wake up with plenty of time to spare, well-rested and wrapped up tightly from my neck to my pink toenails in my fluffy comforter, like a baby bird in a nest or the warm stuffing in a burrito. Ahh, burritoooos! Well, so much for sleeping in. Now I’m hungry! Guess I’m gonna have to leave my cocoon and shuffle off to my second-favorite place—anywhere with food!
Slipping from the warmth of my bed into my soft Re:Zero pj’s, I suddenly remember the bizarre dream I had last night. There were mind-controlled armies, kidnappings, human-sized mousetraps, french fry catapults, high-speed skateboard escapes from crazed mobs, dangerously ravenous sorority girls, mad scientists, and a kid with a direct line to God. That was weird as hell, and so vivid it felt more like a premonition than a dream. I guess I probably should skip the late night kombucha. Oh well, breakfast time!
Great, my best friend’s goal is nothing short of world peace, and mine is to show up at Krispy Kreme at the exact moment they turn the light on. Maybe I need to aim a bit higher.
