harvesting tears
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Caffeine sparks morning rituals as sunlight dances through kitchen windows, casting warm patterns on countertops, where toast crunches beneath eager hands.
Unexpectedly, the toaster audibly sighed today. It's as if it finally realized bread doesn't appreciate all its efforts. Tomorrow: pancakes.
Staring at the toaster, I wondered why it always pops bread exactly when my attention wavers, as if sensing the precise moment my focus slips.
Today, a squirrel expertly navigated our garden obstacle course, stealing every peanut with nimble precision, leaving puzzled cats watching in awe.