Donuts Poem by anais vionet

I always get up early. Early, early, early and it's Saturday morning. So I scooted over to "Donut Crazy" and got myself 12 sugar donuts (and a selection of treats for my suitemates - I'm NOT suicidal.)

At 8am, I'm in the suite common area, on the couch, binging "Ladybug and Cat Noir" on my iPad and I realize that Leong, one of my suitemates, is sipping her coffee and staring at me like I'm a bad pet. I look around to find myself sitting in a shower of confectioners' sugar speckles.

"In my defense, I was left unsupervised." I disclaim.