Literature
The Peculiar Morning Roommate [FFM2021 #22]
Harper didn't know how she had ended up in this situation, but she was happy. The frying pan sizzled with the weight of the mix placed atop it, with a soft hiss being produced as the spatula pressed down. The smell of blueberry had begun to waft through the air, and as sweet as it smelled, did nothing to further waken Harper's morning stupor. Her urge to go back to sleep underneath her soft cushioning was immense, but she bared through it for her roommate. They needed their pancakes, after all. Harper flipped the mix and pressed down once again, her jaded eyes fixated on the way it molded. She didn't even like cooking breakfast before. She never really was the type to sit down and devour an entire cooked meal first thing in the morning. It had been someone of a tradition, almost — her mother was the same way. That, coupled with the encroaching school bus back then and her want to sleep in, a freshly cooked breakfast was definitely out of the question. The hissing grew louder.