Breakfast in Bed

I was awakened by having a plate of food thrust at me.

Angry Teen had brought me breakfast in bed.

Me: "Awww, Thank you, Angry Teen, this looks great!"

Angry Teen: "I hate you."

Me: "Well, this food looks delicious."

Angry Teen: "You're a witch."

I wondered if I should eat it.

I wondered if Angry Teen had spit in it, or let the dog lick my fork. I wondered if the food had lain on the bottom of the kitchen sink, absorbing germs before placed on the plate, or perhaps Angry Teen had swirled my fork in the potty, first.

I wondered if a person could really get sick from "potty fork".

The food smelled good, I hadn't eaten in two days, and so I decided to take the chance.

When I lived, I texted Angry Teen a thank you:

Me: Breakfast was fantastic!

Angry Teen: Whatever

Me: It's pretty good. You can hardly taste the poison.

Angry Teen: Yeah, I've been working on that. Thanks for noticing.