A Mystic Spiral

It was the scent of real breakfast that woke the crimson-haired girl awake... the scent of warm, cinnamon-flavored buns slowly rising in the oven, the dreamy hiss of carefully-stirred waffle batter swimming over the old-fashioned iron. A quick whiff of coffee, mingled with the aroma of western-style omelets and bacon.

Her mouth twitched into a smile and she sat up.
« Go Back