rude awakening

utter destruction
horrid putrid smells
crackling sounds
scorched burning shells
flying bits
cover the floors
incinerated yolks
stick to doors
seven eggs
put on to boil
and then I fell asleep
only to awaken when the pan cooked dry and the eggs exploded into every nook and cranny of my once clean kitchen and the house now stinks to high, high heaven with an odor that promises to linger throughout the entire day…
and I, not knowing at first what was happening, yell for Emil to get down, to get out of the cereal, only to see him sitting on his blanket looking at me like I’m a wild banshee flying up from the couch while attempting to remember why I was sleeping there
<deep sigh with a quick tsk>

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