You woke up, as usual.
Waiting to smell pancakes and bacon, and... It smells like nothing. You remember... You aren't home. You live by yourself.
You slowly get out of bed. You feel the green pastel carpet under your feet.
The day started slowly,
But the day ends terribly.
You wait in bed for someone to read you a bedtime story and hug you and... You don't hear anything. You aren't home. You live by yourself.
The next day you wake up. ready for a good breakfast... You smell pancakes and bacon and... you jump out of bed, your feet landing on the pastel green carpet, running to the oak stairs, sliding down the banister, and sitting down.
You peacefully eat breakfast.
Your alarm clock goes off. You live by yourself.
