Breakfast of Champions

I jumped up on to the tall ancient chair infront of the enormous table. I took a hard long look at the thick, juicy waffles soaking in maple syrup. The thick maple syrup over flowing like a volcano erupting. Three delicious looking waffles stacked up on eachother one by one, as I grab a big shiny fork with my right hand, and a sharp knife with my left. I have not took my eyes off the wonderful waffles this whole time, as I dig the knife and fork in to the thick waffles, my mouth trembles as I hear the crunch noise of the knife and fork going right through the golden looking waffles.

The first bite is always the best, as the same in this story. As the large first bite travelled in my mouth. This was the best breakfast of my life, easily. Half way done, I grabbed the whip cream bottle, shook it and released it like a dog off his leash, the white thick whip cream cam pooring out in a swirly shape all over the waffles, making them look that much better. That first bite with the whip cream was like heaven, as I continue to chomp down the rest of the outstanding waffles.

The last bite was a struggle, considering I was stuffed as can be, but from that day on, I had never ever had a breakfast as good as this one.