A Tiny Cinnamon Mountain

Wiggling down from the sofa blanket, I followed a sweet, buttery scent right into the kitchen! A wooden barstool let me scramble all the way up to the wide white counter. Way up high, resting right beside an open bamboo breadbox, was an empty porcelain saucer dusted with fine cinnamon sugar. Shyly, I tiptoed over on my soft plush paws and leaned in close. Using both front paws, I gently swept the sparkly brown specks across the smooth glaze, gathering them into a tidy, fragrant little peak. It smelled like warm cozy mornings, and my heart gave a bubbly flutter as I admired my tiny cinnamon mountain.