Breakfast in Bed

Waking up was fine, but my stomach made a noisy gurgle that threatened to ruin my whole morning. Actually standing up to walk over to the kitchen for food sounded like an absolute marathon. I poked my hooked wire rod out past the highlighter vent to see what was within reach. Just two inches away lay a single toasted oat cereal ring, probably abandoned days ago. I flicked the wire, hooked the center of the ring on the first try, and reeled it straight under my sticky-note canopy. A crunch for breakfast without getting out of bed—frankly, I'm practically running a luxury hotel here.