The morning chill crept in as I tossed back the covers.
Static electricity sparked from the sheets to my flannel pajamas,
But I had no time to notice –
My bare feet hit the cold, tiled floor, and I quickly jumped into my fuzzy slippers.
I opened the door, careful not to let it creak too loud.
Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I shuffled down the hallway –
Not realizing that I was setting myself up for another static zap!
I turned on the TV – ZAP!
Yet I was barely aware.
The TV tube flickered as I switched channels.
The Canadian national anthem played
There was a test pattern
And voila! There it was…
I shuffled into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator – ZAP!
And grabbed the milk, putting it on the table.
I pulled up a kitchen table chair, climbed up, and grabbed a bowl from the cabinet.
Leaving the chair, I padded to the pantry and found the box of sweet yummy Frankenberry cereal.
Back to the kitchen table, I dumped too much cereal into the bowl, little pellets of sugar bombs leaping from the bowl to the table.
Followed with too much milk poured from the plastic container.
I grabbed a spoon, and carefully made my way back to the living room – leaving a path of red #2 dyed oats.
Sitting on the floor, I mindlessly ate my breakfast.
It was Saturday morning in Michigan.
And cartoons were on!