A Tiny Morning Toast

I peeked up onto the smooth kitchen counter and noticed a round ceramic egg cup waiting by the window. Nearby sat a tiny metal teaspoon with a shiny, mirror-bright bowl! I wanted to see if I could balance something lovely, so I carefully picked up a crisp brown bread crust someone left behind. Grasping it with both soft hands, I tiptoed and gently slotted the crust upright right inside the little cup. It stood tall and neat, just like a miniature sculpture! I rested my hands on my tummy and giggled softly at my new little creation.