

At precisely seven-forty-three
AM...
a crisis of global proportions emerges.
The final drop of oat milk...
is gone. (ahhhh)
We must embark on the perilous journey...
to the corner store.
Will the transaction clear?!
Or will the cold plastic fail us in our darkest hour?!
(huff... huff...) Approved.
We return victorious with the carton.
But a new threat looms on the horizon...
The keys...
are not in my pocket.
(oh no)