At 3 A.M., My Brother Dragged Me Out of My Bedroom While Dad Laughed—He Had No Idea What the Smoke Detector Had Recorded
Just a table.
I made toast.
Carried it into the bedroom.
The first piece broke at one corner.
Crumbs fell onto the blanket.
I brushed them into my hand.
Then laughed.
I was eating breakfast in bed.
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