A Crispy Morning Crumb

I scrambled up the wooden stool and wiggled onto the smooth kitchen counter to follow a wonderful smell. Right next to the shiny metal toaster, a wide slice of toasted bread was resting on a small ceramic plate. A tiny golden crust crumb had fallen off onto the clean counter, and I nudged it forward with my snout like a miniature hockey puck. When I pressed my cheek against the side of the warm plate, it felt so pleasantly cozy. I nudged the crunchy crumb right over the rim to save it for later, feeling delightfully ready for the new day!