This was my thrown.
I was holding it longer than anyone in the household last sunday. Spurts of power struggle led to my temporary ouster but only to find out I just can’t take my time standing or being anywhere else than here.
It all started at that fateful afternoon.
A delight of peanut butter showered joy into my first bread. Then came the second..Then the third.. then I lost count of the guilty pleasures with the peanut butter…
The rest was history. I remember vividly the first time I ruled the thrown. I fixed myself and for all I knew A volcano turned upside down is affixed on my anatomy.. I was helpless but to hold on.
And for the whole day… It was ten times that I ruled my thrown.
After the tenth, I was weak to even move a finger.