I'm waiting on the countertop for the best part of the day; breakfast! I can't wait for you to wake up and make some toast... or pop-tarts... or bagels! My heart drops when I realize you've slept in again, rushing out the door without so much as a glance. "No... please, I don't want you to go..." I think to myself, "I need you... you nead me..." My I reach out to you, lights flickering as my teatherd spirit tries to manifest, desperation in my faint voice. Wait! W-what about your toast? 🥺
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