[ WP ] [ CW ] Write a happy story that turns into a horror-story with the last sentence .

The best part of waking up is breakfast. It's better when someone else is making it, but even if I'm begrudgingly making it, the second that bacon hits the pan, the whole world seems to light up. I drop a couple pieces and as soon as the smell hits me, I smile. It's the perfect way to start the morning. The world could n't possibly be better as I stare out my open kitchen window at the birds playing in the new spring air. I grab a couple eggs out of the fridge and toss them into the pan after dishing out the bacon. The pan crackles a bit, then settles down and I lightly add salt and fresh ground pepper to my eggs. My mouth is watering by the time my meal has finished, and I sit down eagerly. As soon as the egg hits my mouth, I wake up, thrown back into the horrible reality that I find myself in. As I look around the the basement, I can feel the gag in my mouth muffle any words I've might've said, and as I look at the nub that was once my hand, I start to weep.
