Tragic Supper

i tripped and nearly fell. But i managed to balance myself. The bowl that contained my almost perfect half-boiled eggs slided off the plate and crashed onto the floor. My fresh-from-oven-buns rolled down the staircase. FML. I stood rooted to the ground for few seconds.

"Pick up the buns. They are edible " my brain commanded coldly. Numb with shock i picked up those precious buns which are my dinner+supper while staring at those eggs in grief. Oh boy, tragic.

"The mess on the floor will have to wait. " my grumpy stomach was protesting. Temperature dropped below 0 outside. Silently i walked towards my room, leaving those eggs lying helpless all over the staircase.