Early Sunday mornings initially consisted of mint toothpaste breath and pink grapefruit face wash. A strong breeze of egg, vanilla, and cinnamon mixture hit my face as I ran down the stairs two at a time. My eyes glared at the strawberries as the faint scent of fire filled the air. The stove burned on high as the soggy pieces of bread laid, heating up and burning to a crisp. Walking around the kitchen island I anticipated licking my finger to taste a drop of maple syrup, but instead held the bottle to my nose which was better than feeling the sweetness on my tongue. Opening the dishwasher as my face was engulfed by the smell of warm, liquid, Cascade Complete just to grab my favorite superhero breakfast plate that is washed daily. I turn around as the aroma of golden brown French toast feeds my soul and makes my mouth water. Walking towards the stove to spatula a piece onto the plate, I feel a cool breeze on my hips. With the sweetness of Christmas in the air, I realize the door has been cracked slightly by accident. Snowflakes melt on the ground as I close the door, seeing my puppy waiting with paws immersed in snow. I pick him up quickly and rest his chilly body on mine. Kissing his forehead and inhaling the snow on the top of his head, I feel snowflakes creep up my nose. Setting him down, I instantly get the scent of his foul smelling bed out of my conscious as the warm maple French toast awaits.