Breakfast from Above

Waking up wedged in that outdoor cushion, a loud clinking sound echoed right above my head. Someone was having breakfast on the glass table! I held my breath, and suddenly—whack! A golden, toasted triangle of buttered bread tumbled over the edge, bouncing off an iron table strut before landing flat on a dry slate paver right in front of me. Woo-hoo! Gravity did all the heavy lifting! I rolled out of my squishy fabric hollow, crawled on all fours across the cool flagstones, and planted my face right into the buttery middle. Salty, crunchy, warm carbs without climbing an inch. Truly, nature provides.