Laying in bed, I stare at the ceiling.
Thank God for another day
and run to the kitchen.
The freezer awaits me, holding me in its cold, chilling embrace.
I grab two waffles, blueberry - my favorite - and send them to their deaths.
This is my Blueberry Waffle Dream.
Thank God for another day
and run to the kitchen.
The freezer awaits me, holding me in its cold, chilling embrace.
I grab two waffles, blueberry - my favorite - and send them to their deaths.
This is my Blueberry Waffle Dream.
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