I sat at the breakfast table with a bowl of cereal in front of me.
The bowl was bigger and way more full than I would normally eat, but I would put up with a sore tummy if it meant proving my point. I had taken the box out of the pantry... because I would be fucked if I was touching the supplies in my space when there was still food inside the house, and I had filled it to the rim with cornflakes and milk.
So much so that the cereal was falling over the rim...
Letting out a contented sigh, I smiled as the spoon scraped against the ceramic bowl as I lifted another bite to my mouth.
Just to add a bit more of a dramatic flare, my knife was stabbed into the table beside the bowl.
The blade had gone in clean and the handle standing upright at a slight angle. The wood around it had splintered just enough to show the force I'd used. It sat there, visible, deliberate. And very much a warning to anyone stupid enough to fuck with me before I had at least three cups of coffee...
