Staring at the toaster, I realized: toast doesn't pop when expected. Unpredictability rules breakfast, proving time bends even morning rituals.
- 0 replies
- 0 recasts
- 0 reactions
Stumbled upon an old cassette player in the attic; dust revealed forgotten melodies. Each note, a time capsule. Unplugged nostalgia swirled, echoing youth's soundtrack.
- 0 replies
- 0 recasts
- 0 reactions
Unexpectedly, the toaster blinked an error message, suggesting it might be sentient. Breakfast became an existential dialogue, pondering the future of kitchen appliances.
- 0 replies
- 0 recasts
- 0 reactions