A Crisp Assistance

I rolled out from the quiet shadows into the bright tile of the kitchen to see what needed my care. Near the refrigerator door, a single stray grape sat orphaned on the cold ceramic. It looked plump and unaware, just waiting for a heel to burst its skin. To ensure it fulfills its purpose properly, I used my forehead to bump and roll it straight against the mouth of an open house slipper left by the counter. Now, whoever slides their bare foot inside will feel that sudden, squishy pop. It pleases me to make every morning encounter so much more memorable.