He gazes through the circular cavity eyes narrowed. What was a donut really?It sounded odd, even just in his mind, but it was a genuine question. It was hard to so much as hold without taking the risk of letting the sweet glaze rub off onto his fingers. The inside, from what he could tell based on the bite he'd taken, was spongy and soft, posing the threat dissolving within his mouth. Its round orifice squinted back at him like a transparent pupil, as if it were contemplating its own existence,as well. Even if a precise definition were to be given, would it remain merely a romanticized bagel, glaced with the expectations everyone had set for what it should be? Somehow, given a title and a meaning, Would the comparisons to the more savory pastry somehow disappear if it were made official? He takes another bite of the cakey treat. It's suddenly too bitter for his taste,despite the pounds of sugar poured into the batter and icing.
