The Art of Breakfast: A Morning Ritual with a Twist (Short Story)

The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon as Sarah pulled out her old cast iron skillet from the cupboard. Today was a special day, and she wanted to start it off right with a traditional breakfast and a little bit of her favorite herb.

She carefully ground up the buds, feeling the sticky resin on her fingertips, and took a deep breath of the pungent aroma. She smiled, savoring the moment as she packed the bowl of her pipe and lit it up.

As the smoke filled her lungs, she began to feel a warm, relaxed buzz settle over her. She closed her eyes and let the sounds of the kitchen take over – the sizzling of bacon, the hiss of eggs in the hot pan, and the gentle hum of the coffee maker.

With the help of her trusty pipe and the aromas of breakfast, Sarah was transported to a place of pure happiness. She felt a sense of peace wash over her as she stirred the scrambled eggs and flipped the golden brown pancakes.

As she sat down at the table, she took a moment to admire her handiwork. The plate was a colorful and fragrant display of breakfast perfection – bacon, eggs, pancakes, and a steaming cup of coffee. She took a bite, and the flavors exploded in her mouth.

Sarah closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh. The world was a beautiful place, especially when you started your day with a little bit of weed and a delicious breakfast. She was grateful for this moment of peace and serenity, and she knew that it would last her for the rest of the day.

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