The blue ball with no mouth

Previously

…It probably never would be. But maybe, just maybe, this new normal wasn’t so bad. It was certainly more interesting than just having a silent, non-sentient kitchen. As I took a bite of the marmalade toast, the sweet, tangy flavor exploded on my tongue. It was good. Really good. And for the first time all day, I felt a sense of genuine calm. The blue ball was contained, the rebellion quelled, and the world, at least my little corner of it, was slowly, bizarrely, returning to a state of… well, something resembling order. And that, I decided, was more than enough for one day. I still had to figure out what the socks were up to, though. That was a mystery for another time.