Cinnamon Toast Crunch's cord is too short

The cord had just enough slack... so I shuffled sideways. Three small steps. Maybe four. The tile underfoot gave way to the steady warmth of a bread toaster resting after its evening shift. Metal sides still radiant. I leaned one plush shoulder against its curved chrome belly... listening to the gradual ticking of cooling coils inside. A discarded twist-tie lay curled near my toe. Very calm. The cord stretched taut above me, humming faintly, holding me right at the edge of comfortable distance. A good place to pause... indefinitely.