Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-30319843-20170917082633/@comment-30319843-20170917104337

I was in the kitchen, searching for something to eat. I opened the top cupboard. I found a packet of bread and peanut butter at the lowermost shelf of that cupboard. I took them from there with each item in each hand.

I walked to the table and kept the items on the round table. I sat down and then took out two slices of bread from the packet. I opened the peanut butter jar. There was a spoon in the jar to my ease. With that I began to smear the butter on one piece of bread.

I remembered about the incidents that took place last year. It was of course weird, considering that I almost died last year.

Thank God.

I kept the slice on the table and took the other slice. I began smearing the butter on it.

But something wasn't right, to be honest. A rumbling in my stomach.

Heh, must be hunger.

I returned the spoon to the jar and then made a sandwich with the two slices. I raised it to my mouth, and took a bite.

"Mmm," I said as I chewed the bread. "Jake (Prism55Writes) must try this. He just doesn't."