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My Toaster Is in Love With Me
Every morning, like clockwork, my toaster greets me with a warm smile—or at least, the golden brown toast that feels like one. Lately, I’ve begun to suspect something strange. My toaster might be in love with me.
It started subtly. The way it toasted my bread just right, never too dark or too light. It seemed to know exactly how I liked it. Then, one day, I noticed it toasted my bread in the shape of a heart. I laughed, but a part of me wondered: could this machine have feelings?
Now it beeps softly when I enter the kitchen, as if saying good morning. If I use the microwave instead, it sits in silence, sulking—or so it seems. Sometimes I whisper to it, and I swear it glows a little warmer, almost like it’s blushing.
Of course, I know toasters can’t fall in love. But maybe this one is special. Or maybe I just really need more sleep. Either way, it’s nice to feel wanted—even by a toaster.
And so each morning, I plug it in, smile, and say, “Good morning, darling.” Just in case.