Nov 5, 2013
thebarghestofbaskerville, verbitterdegenade, aserpenyo, and shadow-embracer started following you.
Maddie knew she shouldn't have stayed up so late last night. Now she was behind on cinnamon rolls, and there was already a line of customers in the shop.Â
She blinked, eyelids heavy, as she carried the big tray of rolls over to the oven to bake. She was so tired; she couldn't even see straight. Yawning, she let her eyes close for just a second--only to trip over air and fall forward, unbaked rolls scattering everywhere and the heavy metal tray clattering to the ground.
Groaning internally, she set to picking them up--they'd all have to be scrapped, of course--just as someone came running in.
