That day,
That lovely Saturday,
Was the worst.

I felt groggy and slow.
I tasted the foul flavor of an empty stomach.
Going to the kitchen was my primary objective.
I had to end the existence my hungry stomach.

I gathered the supplies needed for my quest.
I bound to the cupboard for the glistening glass bowl,
To the drawer for the shining silver spoon,
Finally to the shelf for the fantastically filling cereal.

But my tummy grumbles had no brakes.
I was blinded by hungry ambitions.
I discovered the most horrid fact of that day…
There was no milk in the fridge.