My eyes flutter open as my hands wipe away the sleeping dust. A usual routine for the morning. Although this morning is different. I take a big whiff of air and the scent slowly drifts toward me.

The sweet smell of cinnamon buns!!

I run downstairs still in my pajamas and half asleep. The only thing going through my mind is “I must get some before my pig little sister vacuum’s them up.” Atlas I get downstairs it feels like I’ve been running a mile when I just skipped down the stairs into my small kitchen.

Yes I get there right when she’s reaching for the last one. DONT YOU DARE!!!! I yelled. She froze shocked which gave me enough time to swoop in and grab it.

I took a big bite and looked over at my sister. She was reading my expression and by the way she read it I could tell that I had one expression on my face. An unmistakable one that could only mean;

Oh yes, this is delicious!!!!