Why breakfast matters

‘Truth is always hard to bear, I love Truth now, It never deceives.’—overheard. ______ I accidentally burned my breakfast toast. I gave a thirty minute monologue on this heinous crime. To what’s left of the crust, I stared, then cursed, then laughed so hard the room shivered and in the echoes— Surprise! I found the voice I choked for being ‘inappropriate’— —Time to toast. I was startled by my cracked laughter, as the cat groomed herself indifferently witnessing my twenties spent trashing a toaster. I announced, to the stinging smell of embers, “We’re filing a complaint to whoever put us in this world where you can’t trust a toaster…” But we all know, in a week, I'll likely trust it again.