It was time for breakfast

I was slowly stumbling down the stairs until I was overcome with a pungent smell that was irresistible. The bacon was slowly crackling away in the pan, getting crispier by the second. Egg shells were being broken to reveal the golden treasure inside. Dad was freshly squeezing some orange juice for the family to enjoy. The smell of fresh bread sitting in the toaster, waiting to emerge and show off it's brand new tan. The cherry tomatoes were in the pan, slowly wrinkling up, as if they were in the water for too long. Mum and dad plated up a great feast for us to enjoy. I knew it was time for breakfast.