Cereal

>you wake up in the morning, groggy as ever
>you take a shower, shave, grab the newspaper, you know, the daily routine
>you walk into the kitchen
>you decide to have some cereal this morning
>you always opt for the kiddy brands like Lucky Charms and what not
>sure it makes you look childish, but Lucky Charms are delicious
>you make a cup of coffee and set it down on the table with the newspaper
>maybe your fluffy pony wants some breakfast
>”Fluffy? Do you want some food?”
>no response
>he’s probably still asleep in his bed
>it is only 7:30
>you grab a bowl, the milk carton and a box of Frosted Flakes
>you sit down, and read the paper
>some stupid article about the dangers of phone sex
>you decide to read the back of the box instead
>it’s advertising one of five “special prizes” inside, all variations of a plastic compass
>you’ll have to give it to your fluffy later
>you pop open the top of the box
>and your fluffy jumps out
>“Suhpwize!”
>you yelp and jerk backwards
>your fluffy giggles to himself
>you can’t help but laugh too
>”How long were you in there?”
>”Aww nigh!”
>all night?
>normally he needs to use the washroom at least once or twice a night
>so that must mean…
>”Ceweaw time!”
>he tips the box over and eats the cereal off of the table
>you decide to have Raisin Bran today