You close your eyes and scream as you fall, until you open your eyes and realize you were still. The floor beneath you was white and soft and must be the table cloth.
The smell hits your noise like a truck as you look around at the feast your mother prepared. Pancakes, waffles, toast, eggs, bacon, and any other breakfast item you can think of.
But before you can enjoy any, you need to tell someone so that you can be put somewhere safe.
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