Breakfast Beats

The morning sun was slicing right across the kitchen tiles, so I strutted straight toward the chrome countertops! Right there sat a double-slot toaster with a wide plastic slider lever. Perfect setup! I clambered up a ceramic cookie jar, grabbed the wide lever with both hands, and put my whole weight into a downward hop. Clunk! It locked down deep inside with a soft metallic click. Then came the rhythm—a quiet, ticking hiss of glowing orange coils warming up! I braced against the brushed steel rim, holding my mic close to catch the heat hum until—BAM! The lever popped up with a giant clatter, tossing a shower of golden crumbs across the shiny steel like instant rock-and-roll confetti!