cereal

She woke up, went down stairs and got a bowl and spoon out for the cereal she was about to have for breakfast.  She knew which bowl she wanted and what kind of spoon she wanted but she wasn’t sure about the kind of cereal she wanted.  She could imagine the crunch between her teeth and the cool milk in her mouth but she couldn’t figure out which kind of cereal would best satisfy her breakfast urge.  In the end she made the choice she always makes when she can’t decide which cereal to choose and so she poured herself a bowl of Good Choices, which was really her favorite kind of cereal anyways