the saddest thing about this whole scenario is that this piece of bread—so perfectly designed for an eggs-in-the-nest breakfast—must remain here alone, forever separated from its destiny, with neither a yolk nor skillet. without these things it is only a lone slice with a thumbprint-shaped hole in its little toast soul.

the saddest thing about this whole scenario is that this piece of bread—so perfectly designed for an eggs-in-the-nest breakfast—must remain here alone, forever separated from its destiny, with neither a yolk nor skillet. without these things it is only a lone slice with a thumbprint-shaped hole in its little toast soul.