Midget
By Rey
44. Pancakes
Desperately trying to distract myself, I retrieve Atlanta's best communication devise and browse on the "internet" for something – anything – that I can do.
I find many recipes for meals, drinks and snacks. Most are largely portioned, fiddly or too bizarre, however, or all three.
I resort to rummaging through the pantry and kitchen cupboards again, in the end.
And, in one of the cupboards that houses what seem to be ready-to-cook meals, I find boxes of "pancake mix," with a simple recipe "printed" on each box.
Feeling frustrated and quite foolish, I nonetheless – gingerly – search for the needed utensils and additional ingredients, guessing half of which, and go through the steps on the recipe for one of the boxes of "pancake mix." It seems to be a common meal on Midgard, or at least on this part of Midgard, so I should be safe enough in this distraction. As for the devise that I have borrowed and this box of ready-to-cook meal that I have taken, both without permission…. Well, I shall think of something to repay Atlanta with for them, later.
Not now. Because the nightmare is still clinging to me, and I am tempted to drown in it.