A Post About Toast

Toast in the Style of F. Scott Fitzgerald by Rachel and Derrek

I decended the carpeted stairs, the sun glaring in from the open windows, my mind boggled over last night's dreams, and my eyes tight from left over sleep. I shuffled slowly into the kitchen and stumbled over the cat, searching fiercely for bread. Finally, I discovered it. Upon finding it, I desparately tried to undo the skinny tist tie that was locking the slices in their sleeve. I broke the bread free and delicately slid the slices into the toaster. The lever slid down like hot butter and the coils lit up, lightly borwning the bread. The two minutes it took to toast seemed like ages, my stomach growling in anticipation. The toasted bread gleefully sprang up and I easily smoothed butter onto the beautifully browned pieces. I crunched through with my teeth and my stomach settled into a satisfying warmth.

The End.

I hope you enjoyed it (:

-Rachel