I woke up on the left side of my bed. Gloomy, eight in the morning weather Mocks me. The sun Shines bright, Enhancing my horrible Facial features. I go downstairs To make breakfast. The one thing That understands Me; Food. Nothing can Go wrong. Absolutely nothing. I make pancakes. A little burnt, Whatever. I make eggs. A little runny, What the- ? I make sausage. A little raw, UGH! What could Possibly Go wrong? I make My plate And sit down At the table. I butter My pancakes And take a bite. Very sweet. It's perfect- Wait... Something is Off. It tastes Grouchy... Unpleasant... Mean...