Death By Fridge

>You wake up just before daybreak.
>Bronyboy is sleeping under a window, with you on on your pillow bellow him. The sun peaks over him like a mountain.
>You don't normally wake up before bronyboy, you don't know what to do.
>Suddenly you have a very good idea, you can make him brekies in bread.
>You need to be very stealthy, to make sure it's a surprise. You move into the kitchen on your very tippy toes
>It's a technique you learned from cartoons when they need to be extra quiet. You're so clever! Bronyboy will be so proud when you give him this brekies.
>The refrigerator door is heavy, but you can nuzzle under the edge. You press hard with your hooves, and it gives way.
>The door swings over you, and in it's wake comes a blast of cold air.
>You shiver, you want bronyboy to hold you and wrap you in blankies. Your eyes well up and you almost let out a cry, but just before you do you see the food in the light before you. You remember your mission, and hold it inside.
>You climb up the through the drawers of the refrigerator as if you were a mountain climber.
>When you get three high, you bump into a roll of asparagus and they tumble down onto the floor. You call out "avawance!" and giggle.
>The sound of your own voice startles you. You are frozen in silence, afraid that bronyboy had heard you. You know he is going to be coming down the stairs any moment, and he'll catch you in the kitchen, and he'll be mad and disappointed with fluffy, and he'll get rid of you because he hates you. But you hear nothing.
>It's starting to get very cold and you begining to think that you want bronyboy to wake up. You don't care if he's mad at you for being in the kitchen, you just want him to cuddle you and make you warm.
>But you shake your head in determination and start to say "No!" before remembering to be quiet.
>You find the egg carton, but as you rumage through the shelves for ketchup you sense movement behind you.
>the door is swinging shut
>you are too frighted to do anything but stare
>With a slam, everything is plunged into darkness
>You press your hoof against the door but it won't budge, you bang on the side but your soft hooves only make a gentle squeaking sound
>You start to cry; it's cold and pitch black in the silence, and nobody knows you are here.
>Through your sobs in the darkness you are wishing that bronyboy will wake up and find you. You say your sorry for going in the kitchen, sorry for trying to make breakies. You beg him to please wake up and find fluffy. Please, please wake up and save fluffy.